The attack had shaken me, even more than I cared to admit. Armand had called a pack meeting and had required everyone to attend, something had to be done, and soon.
In the dimly lit room, we gathered around a heavy oak table, some of our pack standing or leaning on the walls in the room.
The tension weighed heavily on our shoulders, I could feel it hanging thick within the room. After my narrow escape from the vampires' kidnapping attempt, our pack was determined to uncover their motives.
Armand and his sons, my mates, stood at the head of the room. I sat before them, not wanting to be on my feet any more than I had to be.
Nicholas, his jaw clenched in frustration, broke the tense silence. "We need to figure out why they want Beryl and our baby. There must be a reason they're targeti
