EMILY’S POV
My mother’s body was taken to the morgue. The police were confused as to what kind of weapon was used to cause the unusual scratches and wounds found on her body. My heart ached for my father, who had to be detained in the police precinct for the time being to calm down because he had punched an investigator who refused to believe that a werewolf was the culprit.
Earlier, a sharp pain tore through my heart as I listened to my father's statement. It was becoming clearer to me that Larkin was the one who had killed my mother. My father was the kind of person who refused to believe anything until he saw it with his own eyes or experienced it firsthand. When he found out about my fascination with werewolves, he told me that only crazy people would believe in such creatures. He wo
