Emily pressed the paper bag to her cheek and stared. “You hit me."
Harrison's voice came out low and steadier than he felt. “Leave."
“You don't get to—"
The phone rang. Brandon. Harrison picked up because duty was the only automatic still working. “What."
“Elder Council," Brandon said. “Emergency session. They heard you halted roads and that Thunder Fang escorted a family out. They want you. Now."
Emily snorted. “Of course they do."
Harrison turned his back to her. “I'm coming." He ended the call. “Go home, Emily."
She held his gaze, something like realization tightening her mouth. “That's what you think this is," she said softly. “Home." She opened the door. “It never was." The door clicked. Silence folded back into the house.
Brandon met him at the car. “Sir—"
“Drive," Harrison
