Emma Walker Knoxville Tn Novels & Stories

Nobody is shy in the werewolf community, nudity is a very common occurance. Making it over to his pack member, who looked away with a tear in his eye, he found Emma curled up in the fetal position, burnt to a crisp. The only thing recognizable on her was the necklace his mother had given her for her 10th birthday. Jaxon tried to touch her but what was left of her body crumbled into ash and drifted away in the night breeze. The moon was still high in the sky and seemed even more red and ominous than normal.

Emma kicked off her heels the second she walked into her apartment, the cheap laminate floor cool under her aching feet. It was a modest one-bedroom in a decent part of town nothing like the family mansion, but it was hers. Paid for with her own salary. She poured a glass of cheap red wine and collapsed onto the couch, still in her work skirt and blouse. The scarf was long gone, the hickey on her neck now a faint purple shadow she kept touching absentmindedly.

Knox didn’t spend a single day with his mother in the first five years of his life. After having Ewan, Elena began to warm up toward Knox. Jonathan thought she was getting better. He thought the worst was behind them. Until he found out that Elena had been hurting Knox. In secret. For years. He never let her be alone with Knox again. He thought that was enough. Then Beth Lockwood came back. Three years ago. And Elena shattered again. She fed Knox wolfsbane, and that killed his wolf from inside. Knox couldn't shift anymore. And every full moon, the poison would wake up inside him, tearing him apart from the bones out.

Jonathan just laughed. Knox came up for air and quickly texted Micah(Her)7: “Not going out tonight. Cancel that. Sorry.” She replied, “Okay, Knox. Call me next time.” He replied, “Alright. Bet.” Turning his attention back to the girl in front of him, he asked, “So, where are you from?” She answered, “Wicker Park area.” “Oh, word?” he said. “So why didn’t you talk to me first?”