Emily's POV
When alone and unoccupied, the Great Hall was a different place.
The stone tables, all long, the banners, the frozen fire at the extreme end of it all—everything of it seemed diminished somehow, as though the chamber had drawn breath since the pack had swept away.
The fingers of Rollins were still interwoven with mine. Neither of us stood up to take his departure.
"We would sort it out," he said. I did go on turning that over in my mind, and troublesome it was to feel how heavy a stone I was not convinced it would be. Together. Like it was simple. As though I had not just gone in the presence of our whole pack and told them I was a thing none of them thoroughly knew yet.
"You shaking yet?" Rollins asked in a low tone.
I hadn't noticed. I peered down at my ha
