Speaking My Truth

Emily’s POV

With the assistance of Camila, I had gotten into a cab and was headed back home.

After being threatened by Camila, the cab driver kept his lips shut and all his concern to himself but that didn’t stop him from looking at me from time to time through the rear mirror.

Camila had managed to clean the deep cut in my stomach where Blade—or should I say Jordan, his wolf—had attacked me. She had even helped me put a bandage over it but it had done little in alleviating my pain.

Although the cab driver couldn’t see my stomach cut, the scary bruises on my hands and neck were enough for anyone to be worried.

It was already late and I was sure that my family would be eating dinner by now, wondering how unfortunate they were to have someone like me as a part of them.

All that didn’t matter right now. What I wanted was the comfort of my bedroom, the solitude of my personal space and definitely some painkillers in my bathroom and a calm and peaceful sleep to forget about everyt