EMMA
"Wine?" the waiter asked, holding out the tray to me.
I nodded slightly then took a glass before murmuring my thanks.
It was the night of the Red Moon Ball, and I had never felt less like celebrating in my life especially since I wasn't really used to attending the Pack's big celebrations as a maid. There was always something to celebrate at least every fortnight.
My head was heavy with thoughts of different things. My aunt was missing, Tyler's death was still a painful pang in my chest.
Even now, I was no closer to proving who or if Vera had murdered him, and the frustration was eating me alive.
What did he want to tell me that day?
Why had he poisoned me?
Who ordered him to?
Was it Vera or I had another enemy to be wary about? My father? Another enemy?
