Chapter Ninety-Two

Emma didn't need to look back to know who it was. She'd recognize her favorite scent anywhere. Warm and floral, like fresh cut flowers. It engulfed her as the person got closer and dropped down beside her.

Sophia. Daughter of the shaman in the pack and Emma's mate. No one knew about their relationship but the two of them. They wanted to keep it that way until either of them dared to tell their families. Mostly her father. Emma could predict what his reaction would be. Her mother, on the other hand, was the more reasonable one out of them and she hoped her arrogant brother too.

Eleanor had seen them fucking once when she walked in on them that night and promised to keep her lips sealed about it. Emma appreciated her for being discreet with it. She didn't act like it, but Emma was terrified Eleanor might blabber her secret out to someone someday.

Time had proved that the human was trustworthy.

Emma reached out to intertwine her fingers with Sophia's as they sat in silence, Sophia's hea