EMORY'S POV
To say that so much had changed would be the understatement of the century. The world I once knew, brimming with comfort, admiration, and the illusion of security, was gone. In its place stood a harsher reality, one where I had to claw for every ounce of dignity and fight for mere survival.
Each day began well before dawn, long before most of the pack house stirred. The alarm’s harsh blare shattered the silence, pulling me from the thin comfort of my small bed in the servants’ quarters. The room, if you could even call it that, was barely more than a cramped space, just large enough for Sally’s bed and mine, a shared dresser, and a single window. At night, it let in faint slivers of moonlight, the only grace it offered.
When Geller ordered that my belongings be moved here, I
