Edward
I knew something was wrong the moment Albert walked out of my office after the accusation of me knowing where Emon was. His scent was clouded with guilt and confusion. He hadn’t said it, but I saw it in his eyes: the ache, the uncertainty. I didn’t press him. I couldn’t. I had marked him, claimed him, taken him, and yet… he still went back to the human.
To Emon.
I swear that if I didn't love Albert as much as I did, if he wasn't my son's best friend, I would have killed Emon already. It's just that I had hurt him enough and didn't want to add to my transgressions towards him.
I tried to keep my thoughts steady. Tried not to spiral. But after three days and no word, no sighting of Emon, I couldn’t sit still anymore. Albert may have been too emotionally tangled to think clearly, b
