Emily blinked. “What?”
“Recently, you leave the packhouse before I wake, well most times I'm awake, but before I step out of my room. You return when I am occupied. You do not eat with other members of the packhouse. When I come to your door, you do not answer.”
She folded her arms loosely, not defensive but closed.
“I’ve been taking my training more seriously, I guess.”
“That does not answer the question.”
Her eyes flashed slightly. “Everything is not about you, Arthur.”
His wolf stirred immediately at the tone.
Arthur’s voice lowered. “I did not say it was. I am asking if something is wrong.”
She looked away. “Nothing is wrong.”
He could smell the bullshit she was talking, but the only problem is he couldn't prove it. “You are lying.”
Her head snapped back toward him. “I am not
