Storm
The rest of the afternoon passed surprisingly peacefully.
After Alpha Doyle had shown me where he would be sleeping, I quietly made my way downstairs, but instead of joining everyone, I retreated to the secluded porch he had shown me earlier.
I needed the space.
The quiet.
Somewhere I could breathe without feeling like everyone was watching my every move.
I curled up on the built-in porch seat and stared out at the rain, listening to the steady rhythm of water hitting the ground. For the first time since arriving at Celtic Moon, I felt something dangerously close to peaceful.
I didn’t know how long I sat there.
Long enough for the cold to start creeping through my clothes again, apparently.
“Dinner is ready, love.”
I jumped slightly at the sound of Alpha Doyle’s voice behin
