The Ironwood Pack

Emily's POV. I woke up with my head pounding like a jackhammer had taken up residence in my skull. The dingy motel room swam into focus, revealing peeling wallpaper and questionable stains on the carpet. Groaning, I tried to sit up, only to find myself tangled in a mess of limbs and blankets. "Rise and shine, sug," Luca's voice, way too chipper for my current state, assaulted my ears. I managed to extricate myself from the puppy pile we'd formed in our drunken stupor, glaring at Luca with as much venom as I could muster. "If you don't lower your voice by about a thousand decibels, I swear I'll turn you into a toad." Leo, looking annoyingly put-together despite our bear-sized drinking session, tossed me a bottle of water. "Drink up, Em. We've got a long day ahead of us." I chugged the water gratefully, feeling some of the cotton dissipate from my brain. "Shit," I muttered, rubbing my temples. "Please tell me last night was just a very vivid, very alcoholic dream and we're not actually o