Chapter 8. First in the Werewolf World

Emily's POV

A huge white building greeted me as I drove up the driveway. I lived in the building—the pack house—for almost a year and knew the place like the back of my hand.

A youngish blond guard rushed closer as I set foot out of the truck. He looked about nineteen.

"Morning Parker," he bowed. "King Xavier is waiting for you."

I nodded and handed him the truck keys.

"Parker?" He asked, looking at me confused.

"I'll be running back in wolf form," I said, smiling. "Willow wants to stretch her legs."

The guard nodded and opened the driver's door. He looked quite happy to be driving my black truck.

"Don't scratch her," I warned, and I ran up the stairs.

As suspected, Xavier waited for me in the gardens, and a tender smile followed on his lips as I made my way down the steps to meet him.

"Welcome back, dear!" He said, throwing his arms wide open for me.

I didn't shy away from the embrace and ran into hi