EMORY'S POV
Geller has barely spoken to me since the incident. I’d been dying to ask him about what happened with the intruders when he returned that day, but seeing how grim and tense he was, I decided to stay quiet.
He only mutters a few words here and there, usually about work-related tasks, but other than that, he keeps his distance.
I haven’t dared bring up the tasks he’s been assigning me, especially with how short-tempered he’s been lately. The last thing I want is to provoke him. Or his wolf.
Even at night, he stopped holding me close like he used to. He sleeps facing away from me, and though I should feel relieved, there's a gnawing unease I can’t shake.
He often leaves after work and returns late at night.
Tonight was no different—except this time, he reeked of alcohol. And
