GELLER'S POV
In the days following Emory’s outburst—the night she went full Incredible Hulk on me and beat me to a pulp—she made it her mission to avoid me entirely. It was probably for the best. Our encounters had always been prickly at best, but now they were laced with unresolved tension and battered pride, mostly mine, if I’m being honest.
The rhythm of a busy school week worked perfectly in Emory’s favor. She was always out the door before I even made it downstairs, slipping away before breakfast like a shadow avoiding the light. Meanwhile, I kept myself busy by helping train our warriors and assisting my dad with Alpha duties afterward.
“Did Emory skip breakfast again?” Dad asked one morning, his brow furrowed with concern as he glanced toward the empty chair at the table.
“She s
