Respect my foot

A Few days later

Lucian kept his distance. Even though it was the last thing Emberlynn would have wanted, she believed it was very much needed.

She turned around on the bed before finally sitting up. She gazed at her side, lifting the shirt she wore slightly. She had already healed, but the scar was still there.

Even after fighting in a major war in Damien's pack house, she never knew she would sustain such a scar from a minor rogue fight.

She had tried erasing the scar with her powers, but it didn't work.

She guessed it would live with her forever, and it would be a reminder of her disobedience.

Putting her hair into a messy bun, she walked around the room, doing a little stretch before walking to the vanity table.

She gazed at herself in the mirror, a smile on her face, and then she pouted, jutting her lower lip forward before frowning.

"I woke up with a little more energy than usual," she said and smiled even more widely.

She pushed herself from the table and stayed in the middle o