Ava was all dressed up. She was sitting on one of the two armless chairs in her room, the squirrel on her lap, waiting for Emma. She had been waiting for thirty minutes. But she wasn't really concerned about that. She was more concerned about the fact that the redhead in her dressing room was back, and so Derek would be free from the beast, at least that had been what her father had mentioned. Her father was Jack, the pack's doctor.
On the night that her father had suddenly left the house, she had been awake, unable to keep down Sydney Sheldon's 'the stars shine down'; a book she had borrowed from one of the humans in their class. Of course she had known that it had been work that must have taken him out by that time, but it hadn't stopped her from worrying. She hadn't been able to remember the last time her father had left the house by that early wee hours of the morning to work, except in rare cases where a woman of her pack was having difficulty giving birth.
