Grant's perspective:
“Wait a second," I say, grabbing hold of Gabby's shoulder. “Where do you think you're going?"
“With you."
“No, ma'am," I respond as the rest of the pack heads for the front door. “You two aren't going with us."
“You expect us to stay here? I won't let Austin go without me."
“You will."
Still holding Gabby from bolting out the door, I grab Emily's hand and face it palm up, then pull my truck keys out of my pocket and show both sisters. “These are the keys to my truck." I place them in Emily's hand. “Go. Leave now. When I come back, I will find you."
“We can't. We have to go with you. This is our fight," Emily says.
“This is no time to argue. Go," I order.
Before following the pack, I clasp Emily's chin and pull her to me. “I will come back. I promise." I kis
