It was the picture that gave her the idea. She found it tucked in a book someone left in a booth at the cafe. She couldn’t imagine why anyone would be using a picture as a bookmark but as soon as she saw the tail she knew it was a photo of Sam. She almost missed the Bon Temps Public Library stamp inside the cover. Not that she needed it.
Luna made up her mind as she stared at the familiar face and fur. She could not stand the ache any longer. She had to know Emma was ok. Sam would have done his best, and Martha, too, in her way. But a girl needed her mother and this mother needed her daughter. If there was any chance that her presence might endanger Emma, of course she wouldn’t reveal herself but she had to go. She had to see for herself.