Girl Talk

Emily's POV. After the whirlwind of pack meetings and battle preparations, I was more than ready for some good old-fashioned girl time. So when Arya texted me with a string of emojis that basically translated to "GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE NOW," I didn't hesitate. I found her sprawled on her bed, surrounded by a mountain of pillows and what looked like enough junk food to feed a small army. Or, you know, one hormonal teenage werewolf. "Arya!" I squealed, launching myself at her for a bone-crushing hug. "Oh my god, I've missed you so much!" She laughed, squeezing me back just as tightly. "Girl, you have no idea. It's been way too long since we had a proper bestie catch-up. Now spill!" She pulled back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I want all the juicy details about you and your hot wolf harem." I felt my cheeks heat up. "They're not a harem," I protested weakly, even as a giddy smile spread across my face. "They're my mates." "Mates, harem, boy toys – whatever you want to call them,"