Emma POVI sat in the passenger seat of my father's armored jeep. The engine rumbled as we drove down the paved highway, leaving the dusty border road far behind.My father slammed his palm against the wheel and swore."Fucking animals. I should've shot every single one of them right there.""I'm fine, Dad," I said, my voice barely carrying over the tires.My father glanced at me, his brows drawn together. "You're obviously not fine, Emma. Look at you. You haven't said three words since you got in this car, and you're pale."I closed my eyes and rested my head against the cool window. I couldn't answer him or explain the truth.We were getting farther from the rogue territory, but my body refused to accept it. My chest ached, and every few seconds I felt traces of Alexander: his grip on my waist, his scent, and the memory of his lips on mine.About two hours later, we arrived in Wild Fangs. The jeep turned onto the gated driveway of Uncle Cameron's house.The moment the tires stopped,
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