Storm
Once the rogues had been removed from the room, Doyle and the girls and I made our way out of the pack house and into the car. Once we were in the car, Doyle started driving toward our house. Looking at me, Doyle asked, “Are you sure you are okay? Did they hurt you? They didn’t touch you, did they? If they did, I am going to kill them in the most painful ways imaginable!” his tone was becoming more and more aggressive as he spoke.
I looked over at him and gave him a small smile despite the shaky feeling inside of me from the confrontation which had taken place today. “I’m fine Doyle, don’t worry about me,” I replied doing my best to reassure both him and his wolf. He looked at my face and gave me a quick once over to make sure I wasn’t hurt before nodding to himself. He looked in
