Emily's POV
It was a long day for Marcus' first day at Ironclaw.
Not like days that are long with nothing going on. Like that days spilled long when there was too much going on under the surface and everybody was lying.
At dawn, as expected, he came, and one of the warriors was seated by the outer gate all the day without complaint. Liam followed him at the yard door and kept within easy reach all that lay behind him all the hours that followed, never hovering, but within sight. A mute, deliberate recollection of the terms.
Rollins failed to accompany us.
This was the case and not the entire truth with him having pack business. I sensed him in the bond all the morning, that depth, that low, strict tension, as a bowstring at full length, and taut. He was managing it. It was
