Chapter 61

Emma’s POV

When I open my eyes, a man stands beside the bed, looking straight at me.

He dresses in boots and camouflage and carries a backpack. Who is he?

I swear surprise must be written all over my face before my eyes travel around him.

"Richard Bondo," he says, touching his grey hair. It takes me a moment to process this.

"What?"

"That is my name."

"I... I didn't ask your name," I say, finally able to breathe out.

"I think you need to know it, though."

I don't know him. What a cocky old man, I think. Or cooked, rather. "What would I need your name for? I never met you before." I pretend to be quiet when I'm most agitated.

"Sorry," he grins apologetically.

I stare at this man. He is much older than William, who saved my life. He is very tall and deeply muscular, which shows through his dirty clothing and his posture: a stronger werewolf.

"You're studying me," he says.

"I am."

"Are you going to tell me a good reason for that?"

"Nope."

Another pause. I watch the dark green glint of hi