Chapter forty-three

Emily’s POV

After the king left my room that morning, I felt ashamed when he didn't say anything about my attempt at an apology. I couldn't tell if he was still going to send me to the dark dungeon. The thought alone gave me the creeps.

“You know you are overreacting,” my Wolf told me after I spent almost an hour curled up on the floor of our room with a book in hand. “He isn't upset anymore. He probably knew it would happen eventually. Besides, he had his own problems. Don't worry too much about him. You have bigger things to worry about now”

“Bigger problems? like what?” I snapped, feeling irritated with my wolf's attitude towards my current dilemma.

“Well for starters”she snorted in response “we don't really know how to help your new found abilities”

Was my wolf going crazy in my head? What ability was it talking about?

“What do you mean Amelia?” I asked slowly, setting my book on my lap and glancing down at her.

“Like you thinking about him”

“Are you insane? That's all you, not me