Emily's POV
The moment Caleb and Julian stormed into the coffee shop, the air shifted. It was like a storm had rolled in, their Alpha auras crashing over everyone in the room. Joey, already on edge, growled low in his throat, his golden eyes flickering red as he tightened his grip on my arm.
"Emily," Caleb said, his voice rough and commanding, "Come with us now."
I barely had time to protest before Julian was yanking me out of the booth, his grip firm and unyielding. "Wait! My art supplies—" I started, reaching for my sketchpad and pencils.
Joey cut me off, his tone dismissive but laced with that playful arrogance I both loved and hated. "We'll replace it, love. Don't worry about it."
I glared at him, but before I could argue, the waiter who'd served me earlier waved from across the r
