Chapter Thirty-two: Who is Malcolm?

EMILY'S POV

I put the boys to sleep and I went out of the room, locking the door with a key then I went into our room. He was there, in his nightwear, lying on the bed, awake and thinking.

He didn't even hear me come in. Then I shut the door and the sound drew his attention. He sat up, allowing me to climb into the bed and his arms.

“You are so distracted lately. Have things gotten so bad?” I asked him, with a soft tone.

“You don't have to worry. Just focus on yourself and the children.” He tried to wave the topic.

“I am, which is why I am asking. I have eaten, you have not, which is unlike you, and you know what I heard everything.

I heard the councilmen talking about rogue wolves outside the city. Then I saw Thorson mobilizing men. Later I saw him return with many wounded men and wolves in caves. What is going on?” I gave him a serious stare.

“I told you it's nothing” I rose from the bed, pulling out of his embrace.

“I saw Tristan come in, maybe I should ask him.”

He glares