Emma woke up on Sunday moonrise feeling so feeble and exhausted, as if she had just gotten out of a coma. Soft rock music from Brandon's bedchamber filled her chamber. She smiled and held her pillow tight.
Her feet ached seriously as a result of yesterday's dance. She felt like soaking them in warm water. She swiveled when her device rang and pulled it closer. A glance at the screen of her device made her lips curve unconsciously. "The latest mates in the pack." She covered herself up properly before accepting the video call because she knew Ken would be there too.
"Hi, sibling-in-law!" She smiled and waved at Brooklyn who sat cross-legged in a half-lotus position on the bed, one hand resting quietly on her knee. Ken knelt at her back and rested his jaw on her shoulder. The excitement she saw on their faces can not be described. They smiled and waved back at her.
"How are you doing, moonlight?"
"Great!"
"Where is Brandon?"
"In his chamber," she responded.
