"Are you sure you want to stay back here? I can book a close-by hotel for you to stay in."
Emma shook her head to her father's second attempt to stop her from staying at the cabin. Probably because it smelt of medicines, coma and despair. It needed a whole lot of cleaning too. But Emma knew that if she was to undergo a shift now-Maya had told her the morning she had left the pack about the intricacies of being a werewolf-she would need to do it in a place that was void of people.
She couldn't afford to be seen. And so, here was the best place to do that. That was if she even had the werewolf gene. Freya didn't have that. But she wasn't taking any chances.
"Well, since you have chosen to do your mind intent…"
Emma watched in incredulity as her father took out his cheque slip from his pocket, and began to sign on it. Did he carry that everywhere?