Chapter Thirty five

Emily's POV

“Breathe, Emily, breathe” Amelia my werewolf tried to calm me as I paced frantically back and forth in front of the vanity mirror in my room.

“Breath, Emily, it's alright” she repeated silently, I could imagine her wearing a comforting smile on her face. I took one deep breath after another trying desperately to calm myself down.

Immediately I heard that crashing sound followed by angry screams from the King, I ran. Afraid that he would change his mind and come after me this time.

But as the minutes went by I was suddenly wondering if he was okay and if it was the right decision I made.

“Just go to bed. Everything will be alright”

“You don't know that! He said he was going to punish me!”I snapped at my wolf as if she was the cause of my problem.

It was surprising how I slept that night and when I woke up the next day, I almost died from anxiety and I stayed in my room all day.

I didn't hear from the King, not even the day that followed.

Today I decided to go help out in