Rhett
Once the truck was unloaded, Jackson and I leaped out. I grunted with pain and almost stumbled over. He slammed the back door shut and went to talk to the driver. I wobbled and worried I’d fall over if I moved too fast. Shocks of pain went up to my hip.
Am I going to be stuck like this forever? Sally and Mitch talked nearby, and I could feel Sally staring at me. I tried my hardest to conceal the state of my leg. The pack might look frail now, but that didn’t mean problems couldn’t arise later.
“What’s next?” Sally asked as Jackson walked up. The truck sprung to life and pulled out of the driveway.
“Everyone, go eat. Mitch, do you have somewhere I could talk to Rhett alone?” This can’t be good.
“You can use Brawn’s office.”
I cringed at his words. Your office, not Brawn’s. You’r
