Malcolm

Malcolm

I had a tired look on my face as I walked into my house. The day had been very hectic for me, and it was about finding Emery as usual.

Everything felt blank, my wolf Mav, no longer felt the connection or spark. It felt like something bad had happened to her and I chose not to believe that, and have hope that she was alive somewhere.

I just needed to find her and find out why she left the wedding.

“Millie?” My brows furrowed at the sight of my sister setting the table. What was she doing in my house?

“Malcolm you're back.” Her face widened with a smile as she stretched out her hands to hug me.

“Why are you here?” I asked instead, pushing her away slightly.

“I came to see my brother. Why?” She smiled and she resumed setting the table.

“I'm married. Newly wedded. You can't just come in here because you want to see me.” I frowned and Millie paused.

“Are you asking me out of your house?” She pouted.

“No, no.” I shook my head, waving her off.

“I'm not saying that,” I said. Millie