Diana
"It's fine if I don't go," Emerald adds quietly, her voice steady despite Billy's obvious distress. "But you should know that now that Eleanor is unconscious, they cannot win this war without me."
The watching pack members shift uncomfortably. Even the most seasoned warriors look unsettled by her calm certainty.
She smiles, but it's not a child's smile. "You should also know that stopping me from going is tantamount to condemning not just everyone here who is about to go out there to fight, but the entire world once they fall."
A murmur runs through the assembled pack. The weight of her words settles over everyone like a shroud.
Billy's face crumples. "You're too young, Em. This ain’t right." His voice comes out hoarse and broken, the cry of a man watching his child walk into hell.
"Maybe not," Emerald agrees, her tone gentle but unyielding. "But do you think the dark witches will care about my age when they're trying to eliminate every race but their own? Do you think they'll l
