Mish’s POV
He takes my hand. Thank goddess he takes my hand, the moment feeling so weighted but for why I’m not sure.
“Dom” he replies as he shakes my hand quickly.
I breach a stop closer, much to his dislike as I quietly ask, “I was wondering if we could speak?”.
His attention turns instead to Wes beside me, my mate nodding his approval before Dom gives his, opening his arm in a gesture for me to lead the way.
Not sure where to go I lead him to a room that seems empty. Wes’s hand interlocks with mine as we walk and I can feel Dom’s stare, from our inter-joined hands to my back, the feeling making me silently shiver and Wes pull me closer, unsure of the Lycan following us.
As the door closes an uncomfortable silence follows, Wes thankfully the first to break it.
“Wes” he introduces.
