EMMA AND FAMILY III

“Was I the only child of my mother?”

Emma asked, letting her hands slip into the crack between her thighs, her heart thumping more than usual. She found it surprising that she so wanted Freya to be her sister. Her twin.

“Tempest didn’t say. But if I should take a guess, I would say no. The nurse we had hired to take care of her, mentioned that she must have given birth to more than one child at that time.”

Emma sighed in relief.

Hearing her mother’s answer solidified the already staying motion that Freya was her twin.

But she had left her sister back at the pack.

Emma scratched her hands, a bit unnerved and frustrated, balancing when she remembered that Freya wasn’t alone.

No, her sister was with the species that was stronger than the werewolves.

Emma paused here, coming to a startling realization. If Freya was her sister, and Sheila was her mother, then it would mean that she was part of the pack, that she could be a werewolf.

Had that been the reason why Tempest had instructed