GELLER'S POV
I visited the pack house to check on the preparations for the upcoming celebration. The festivities were right around the corner, and everything seemed to be falling into place. The guest rooms gleamed, spotless and welcoming. The function hall, still a work in progress, already had the makings of a grand venue—rich fabric draped across the walls and golden accents shining under the soft lighting. Supplies had been delivered and stacked neatly, ready for the final touches.
I hadn’t planned to stay long. I knew Emory would be returning from her errand soon—an errand I specifically assigned to her, knowing she wouldn’t be able to handle it alone. But just as I was about to leave, Knox cornered me.
"Are you really going to make Emory serve at the celebration?" Knox’s voice was
