EMILY’S POV
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I’ve packed a lot of my mother’s things and put it in her car, and while she sits on the sofa, tears in her eyes, I hate myself more. She isn’t happy about leaving the house behind, but she also wants to be with me, well that’s what she said. “Where are you going?” I whip around, staring at Elder Aida and a coat of sweat layers my skin within seconds. “On a little trip,” I shrug, and her eyes narrow, confusion written all over her face. “Now? You’re in charge of this pack, you can’t just…”, “And Haiden is out of your prison now, so he can train and handle things around here.” I snap.
I’m not a child, and neither is Haiden even if he acts like it now and then. “Haiden isn’t in charge! You don’t have time to travel,” she sneers. “You are not my boss!” I yell and her eyes wid
