Storm
“Could we all take our seats, please? We need to get this meeting started.”
Alpha Boucher’s voice cut through the conversations filling the conference room as he entered with his Luna beside him.
I quickly returned to my seat beside Doyle, my fingers instinctively finding his beneath the table. I glanced toward the head of the table, where Alpha and Luna Boucher took their seats.
And then I felt it.
That unmistakable sensation of being watched.
I didn’t need to look to know who it was.
Mason.
I kept my eyes firmly on Alpha Boucher, refusing to give my brother the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten under my skin.
“Over the past several months, we’ve seen a significant increase in rogue activity throughout France,” Alpha Boucher began. “Unfortunately, this isn’t isolated to F
