Emily’s POV
Zariah was pacing. And not her usual casual pacing when she was annoyed with someone in the pack. This was different—sharper, faster, almost frantic. Her fingers kept twisting the hem of her sweater, and her eyes wouldn’t stay still for more than two seconds.
“Okay… what’s going on?” I finally asked, shifting on the couch. My leg was still wrapped in a bandage, but the pain had dulled to a mild ache these days. It was healing well—too well, honestly. And the thought of leaving when it fully healed… my stomach twisted. I didn’t want to leave. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
Zariah froze mid-step, biting her lip. “There’s… um… an issue.”
I frowned. “An issue?”
“Yeah,” she exhaled heavily and finally sat across from me. Her gaze softened but stayed serious. “I just read something in
