Emmett POV
When I looked up again, she was gone. I had to shake my head and blink repeatedly to even comprehend what had just happened.
But my mind was hazy in that moment.
Mate. I squinted into the distance, my steps unsteady. Did I just feel a mate bond with someone?
No, I frowned, or did I? But—
I don't have a mate. I cannot have a mate. I was mumbling to myself when the alcohol I had consumed clouded my mind.
And the next thing I knew, I was falling and sleeping peacefully on the cold ground.
Emmett.
Brother, are you freaking kidding me?
The persistent calling of someone while holding my hand indicated only one person. He was always the one who would find me and take care of me.
Emmett, come on, get up. Let me take you to your room, said Norman, my sweet brother, who seemed t
