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Emmalee
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I had hoped that my dad was right. That the man I had scented was in the pack somewhere. I had never smelled anything like him before. His scent was intoxicating, wonderful, amazing, and gone.
I looked around the pack for days and couldn't find him. I even stopped helping with the massive party as much. I just wanted to find the man who had gone missing. Why had he disappeared?
I was getting depressed, moping so much that my family was worried about me. I was on break from my classes until the next semester started in January, so all I did was mope around the house.
One day, my mom came to me to try and break me out of my funk.
"Emmalee!" She snapped at me as I was mechanically going through my day. "You need to stop this."
"What mom?" I asked her, confused about what I had done wrong just now.
"This incessant moping around." She glared at me.
