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she murmurs. I take her hand, my other hand stringing Emily. She's growing on me if I'm being honest, she's quite the chatter box, even before she introduced herself, she spoke to me. She's the girl Alpha Hayden had taken out after bringing the one his wife seemed attached to, Emily wasn't drugged as much because she was obedient. However, in her words, she just didn't give a shit about them, she wasn't going to fight something that was an apparent loss.

I had to check if I wasn't drooling but as soon as i saw her checking me out I knew i was on the right track I saw her walk towards my car and I couldn't help but watch her round ass jingle as she walked How they would feel in my hands I opened the door for her and she got in and i hopped in right after her "So Emily, i hope you like Mexican food" i asked her "I love it actually" her eyes had this unique spark in it "Oh really, what's your favorite" "Chiles en nogada" i love it "That's mine too" i smiled at her

Hunter’s POV She was dirty, smelly, and so beautiful. Mine. Finally, something only mine. I was sick and tired of the endless parade of women, whether she-wolf or human, that kept coming to my bed. They were always there, looking for comfort, for something from me, but it never felt right. It was just bodies, hunger, and routine. I had only one child, a girl, and even with her, something felt missing. No one cared about connection, just survival and need. But with Emily, something shifted. She felt different from everyone else, untamed, mysterious; nothing about her seemed forced or desperate; she wasn’t here for what she could get. She was just herself. For the first time in a long while, I

In her office, Miriam was trying to focus on work when her phone rang. Emily’s name flashed on the screen. “Emi?” “Hi my love, how are you holding up?” Miriam leaned back in her chair, rubbing her tired eyes. “I’m managing, what more can I say? “Listen, I spent half the night digging into Damien Rhodes online.” Miriam sat up. “And what did you find?” “That’s the thing. Nothing.” “Nothing?”

Searching for soil, for purpose. I’m hungry to save you, the gesture implied. Don’t fear me. I’m not the intruder here. You are. And that place there, that place is the trap. With the same finality, the same pity, which Emily lent the rat (a thunk to the head with one of her wooden spoons to finish what baited cheese and spring-loaded barbs had not), she continued up the steps. “I have to go.” “Then you’re doomed.” “Yep, honey, I know that, too.”

before ending the call. The food arrived, and I unpacked it half-heartedly. I barely touched it. I tried to read through the legal updates my lawyer had sent, tried to answer the questions my law enforcement contact had texted me, but none of it could fully pull me out of the fog of waiting for Emily to walk through that door. When she finally did, it was almost startling—like I had been wound up so tightly that her presence alone loosened everything in me for a split second. She stepped in, hair slightly windblown from the evening air, her purse slipping from her shoulder as she toed off her shoes.

she murmured under her breath. Her mind drifted back to him - his calm presence, the way he carried himself, the way he spoke, the way he looked at her. Nothing about him felt like the kind of man who would require this level of… control. This level of secrecy. So why? Is this really about Robin Hood? Or is there something else? Something bigger? Something they’re not telling me? The thought settled heavily in her chest. Emily exhaled slowly, pushing herself away from the sink. Emily slipped her phone back into her pocket and unlocked the bathroom door, her expression once again composed, unreadable.

Her fingers found one and she retrieved it titled We Were Liars. The edges were frail and worn from overuse, the smell of old paper suddenly filled her nose and she placed the book back. Her eyes scanned the shelf more and her eyes suddenly found a book. Gone girl by Gillian Flynn She suddenly remembered her mothers words, the first time they met “It was a classic gone girl all over again ” Emily retrieved the book immediately from the top shelf where it was hidden, it’s surface covered with dust and she wiped it clean with her hands. She opened it, the first page reading

It’s spiked with honey-root for the pain. Emily reached into her bag, pulling out the silver flask she’d found on the 10th floor. She unscrewed the cap. The steam smelled of cocoa and medicinal herbs. She took a sip, the heat blooming in her chest, dulling the ache in her ribs. Emily: Why? I'm a Latent. I'm 'The Hollowed.' Why waste your time on a girl who has no wolf? The Watcher: Maybe I prefer the girl to the beast. Sleep, Emily. The sun comes early for those who work.