Ch. 119 OXYGEN

Emily’s POV

The storage room had grown dark as night fell, throwing gloomy shade across the confined space. Michael and Nicholas still had not returned, and an intense sense of unease had settled over the gathered pack members.

I moved alongside the doctor, distributing water and canned foods to the anxious servants seated on the floor. As I approached the leader of the warriors, our eyes met, and I felt the kind of cold that had nothing to do with the weather. I wished I could avoid him, but duty compelled me to continue with my task.

Extending a water bottle and can of food, I braced myself for another confrontation. The warrior snatched the items from my grasp, his expression consumed with anger.

"Is this some sick joke? You think just one can will be enough for me?" he snapped. "I'm not on the same level as these lowlifes. Give me more, now that I am asking nicely."

I shook my head, forcing myself to remain calm. "We need to ration the supplies. As a leader, you should understand