EMILY'S POV
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My stomach starts twisting as I drive into the pack. Everyone glances at the unfamiliar car, and they all stop what they are doing. The aftermath of their staring makes my skin crawl as a coat of sweat forms on my forehead. I look out of the window, looking for Nico, though I can't spot him. I idle to the house, and hit the brakes and shut the car off. I suddenly become numb in my legs as I think of our last conversation..."What are we waiting for?" my mother's tired voice makes my shoulders sink, and I slowly unbuckle my seatbelt.
"Nothing," I murmur, hoping she doesn't notice my unease. "Is Nicholas here?" she asks while opening the door. I don't know. I don't know if he's here, or what he's doing. "He should be," I open my own door, and I almost jump back into the car
