Emory's POV.
The door closes behind me with a soft thud. Both men turn to look at me, but only one stands to cross the room. My father - our alpha - is a tall, strong man with broad shoulders and a tight jaw. His hair has fine, silver streaks and his face carries the lines of the years he's lived. His eyes are bright, yet kind and the warm smile he wears makes me feel welcome - as usual.
"Emory, little wolf, I was just about to send out a search party."
He embraces me with great enthusiasm and holds on to me a few extra seconds. I allow myself to get lost in the moment. He finally lets go, but just enough to be able to look at me.
"Hello daddy. Sorry it took so long, but Hope kind of pulled a vanishing act there."
"So, does this mean that you saw her again?"
The question comes from Lionel, my father's beta and best friend - he used to be part of another pack, served another alpha, but circumstances changed all of that. I look over my father's shoulder at the aging wolf still sitting a
