Storm
For the first time since we’d arrived at the pack house, I was beginning to breathe.
Alpha Doyle had been talking with the others for what felt like forever, and thankfully, the conversation had shifted away from me.
No one was staring.
No one was asking questions.
No one was waiting for me to say something.
I could finally relax.
Or at least, I had been relaxing.
Then the conversation stopped.
Silence settled over the room.
And suddenly, every pair of eyes turned toward me.
Again.
My body immediately went rigid.
It was almost as though my instincts had been trained to react before my mind even had a chance to process what was happening.
I could feel Connor’s hand moving slowly across my back, trying to soothe me.
It wasn’t working.
My chest tightened.
My stomach twi
