Storm
The moment Sean parked the SUV, my stomach twisted into a knot.
I sat there for a few seconds, staring through the windshield at the people gathered outside the pack house.
Mason.
Jewel.
My past.
Waiting for me.
I finally forced myself to open the door.
The moment my boots touched the ground, I reached for Doyle’s hand and held on tightly.
Right now, he was my strength.
My anchor.
My reason for believing I could do this.
I looked toward Mason and Jewel again, and the feeling that washed over me was almost surreal.
It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion.
You know something terrible is about to happen. You know there is absolutely nothing you can do to stop it, yet you can’t look away.
Except this time, I wasn’t merely watching the disaster unfold.
I was the
