James's POV
"Hey." Emily patted my shoulder and offered a chocolate cake. "Eat, it's a celebration for our victory. I made it."
Her statement made my ears burn. A sense of regret surfaced within me after engaging in a heated argument with Vincent for the past two hours, until I managed to summon some of my strength to temporarily drive him away. Maybe I shouldn't have done that, and I should have let him control me so that I wouldn't have to bother thinking about how I should react to Emily.
"Huh, you're asked a question, and you're just staring like a fool." Emily sat beside me and placed the cake she brought into my hands.
"Not staring, just..." I stopped my sentence, knowing that if I kept evading and tried to engage her in a debate about the recent attack, it would all end up in vain. "Well, thanks."
I took a bite of the cake; currently, the most important thing was to follow what Emily wanted.
"Are you not with your wolf?" Emily asked.