Storm
It wasn’t long before we made our way off the stage and onto the large, undercover entertainment deck.
I stood there for a moment, taking everything in.
The unfamiliar faces no longer seemed quite so intimidating. Everywhere I looked, people were laughing, talking, and celebrating. Four men were already busy firing up the barbecues while Omegas carried out enormous trays of meat, placing them beside the grills. Within minutes, the mouth-watering aroma of cooking food filled the air.
Other Omegas moved through the crowd with trays of drinks, ensuring nobody went thirsty.
For the first time since arriving at Celtic Moon, I allowed myself to relax.
This was my pack now.
Or at least, it was supposed to be.
While everyone was distracted by the festivities, Doyle took my hand and g
