The group continued to discuss the details, but their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. Samuel walked in with a man behind him. The man was tall with brown skin, a shaved head, and a well-kept beard. His brown eyes scanned the room nervously as he looked for traps or setups. They finally stopped as they landed on Misty,
“Raincloud, so it was you who sent the message.” Misty stood to her feet, jumped up, and hugged him tightly. They both sat there and ignored the quiet growl from Aiden’s wolf.
“Don’t get your panties in a wad, boy. I helped raise her,” Masterson said as he glared at Aiden.
“Have a seat Uncle Ricky,” she said as she pointed to the chair next to her.
With a nod, he sat down and placed the stack of paper on the table in front of him. “Raincloud, is this
