Storm
After Mason’s phone call, we finished the remaining pack business in Doyle’s office. But my mind wasn’t really on the meeting anymore.
Something about Mason’s call had left an uneasy feeling sitting in the pit of my stomach.
When we finally finished, Doyle, Sean, Mike, and I made our way downstairs to check on Liam, the girls, and Dalton.
The moment I stepped into the lounge room, I stopped dead.
James.
Daniel.
And Sophie.
Well, well, well.
It looked like today really was my lucky day.
I hadn’t seen Daniel or James in what felt like forever, so seeing the three of them sitting casually in our lounge room with Liam and the girls was more than a little surprising.
Especially Sophie.
She was sitting far too close to Leah.
And even worse, she was close to Dalton.
My baby.
