GELLER'S POV
Emory's pained and furious expression had been haunting me for weeks. I couldn’t shake the feeling that whatever Phoebe had said to her had deeply upset her.
I had been trying to muster the courage to talk to her, to ask what Phoebe had said. But every time I thought I was ready, something would come up, or she would be engrossed in some task. Her serious expression and furrowed brows were enough to tell me she didn’t want to be disturbed.
I hang around the pack house just to catch a glimpse of her, but lately, I hardly see her at all.
Knox and Alec had started to notice and were questioning why I’d been frequenting the pack house lately.
“Have you grown tired of Nana Bertha’s cooking?” Knox teased. “You’re always having your meals here now.”
I shrugged casually. “It’s t
