Chapter Ninety-Three
Emory's POV
My thoughts drifting about made it hard for me to sit still at the pack's house, I stood up pacing around, I could feel the air tensing along with the awkward silence around the gathering.
" Emory, we need to talk " the familiar voice of Alessandro broke through the protrusion of stillness, looking straight into his eyes, I wouldn't lie in saying this didn't come off as weird to me maybe not every time but the times I am left to ponder over my decisions, like times like this, my mind with the will of its own reverted to yesterday's dream, Gilbert sharing a mate bond with me and that to me was the strangest of all strange things that happened in that dream, I wouldn't want to admit it but part of me wanted it to be true.
" Emory " he called again, breaki
