So this is about the third time I have uploaded this chapter. I haven't gotten any feed back so I don't know if anyone likes it or if it's any good but I keep revising it so here you go.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Is this Emily Uley?"
"Yes it is. Who is this?"
"I am with child services. I am sorry to be calling so late but you are the only relative of Calla Johnson."
"Calla, whats wrong, whats going on?" Emily asked looking back at the table of werewolves listening to her every word.
"I am sorry to inform you but Calla's mother, your sister, is being charged with child abuse and so the safety of Calla she needs to get out of Seattle."
Emily felt Sam hug her from behind. While Emily and her sister had never been close she had tried to make the relationship work because of Calla. "Of course she can stay here."
"Wonderful. I will have Calla pack her stuff and we should be there tomorrow afternoon."
"Can I talk to her?"
"Certainly."
"Calla?"
"Hi, aunt Emily."
"Oh sweetie are you ok?"
"I will be now. Thanks for letting me stay."
Emily started to cry once she heard Calla's voice. She sounded broken, beaten.
"You are always welcome here, for as long as you need."
"I will see you tomorrow. I love you."
"I love you too." Emily hung up the phone and cried into Sam's shoulder.
The other 9 people in the room just watched the women cry. They all knew who Calla was. Emily called her every Friday night but they had never met the girl, and they didn't want to, at least not under these circumstances.
"Emily...do you need help getting the room ready?" Leah asked standing up to comfort her cousin.
While things had been tense with them over the past year things had worked themselves out just before Sam and Emily's wedding and everything was good again between the cousins.
"Yeah...yeah that would be great." Emily said turning around whipping her tears.
"What do you need us to do?" Embry asked
"Well all of my stuff from my old house is at the garage for storage. We need to get it all downstairs and set up the room for Calla."
"Well I'll get my truck warmed up and we can get it done tonight." Paul said with a grin.
Everyone chimed in with agreement and how to set up the room. They may not know this girl but she was about to become part of there strange little family.
Calla didn't have much to pack. Only having enough clothes to get her through the week before she had to do laundry, her art supplies, sketch book, and collection of books. Shoving them all into her backpack she climbed into the social workers car and settled in for the drive from Seattle to La Push.
She was glad to be leaving this city behind. It held nothing be nightmares.
"Go ahead and sleep now Calla. We have a bit of a drive ahead of us."
Calla only nodded and tired to get some much needed sleep.