Emily watched as Joseph left a stunned-looking Simile behind. She'd been on her way to talk to him herself when she'd seen Simile with him. Their conversation had started out civil, but she had a feeling it hadn't ended well. She made her way toward Simile. And from the frustration bouncing off the other woman, Emily knew her assumption was right. Simile didn't acknowledge that she heard Emily's approach. Emily knew that Simile heard her. So she walked up beside her and looked out over the lake. The dock where some of the older pack members fished was quiet, with no one out fishing. She knew Joseph enjoyed taking his breaks there, it was the only place where the quiet of the mountains and lake, met up with their pack ground, and it was their only slice of the lake. There was another place
