Emma’s POV
As Daniel and I strolled back toward the pack house, I couldn't help but feel relieved.
Daniel had this natural ability to lift the mood with his light-hearted banter.
He had been cracking jokes, pointing out random things along the way, and generally making me laugh in ways I hadn't in a long time.
It was easy with him, like the weight I usually carried around vanished when I was with him.
The pack house came into view, and just as I was beginning to feel truly relaxed, I saw him—Gregory.
He was standing there like a storm cloud, arms crossed, a deep scowl etched into his face.
My heart sank instantly. What now? I hated how tense I got around him sometimes, like I had to constantly walk on eggshells.
"Look at him," Daniel muttered, his voice dropping low. He followed
