“What exactly is the plan here, Gracie?” Roisin’s melodic voice drifted through my mind, and for a moment, I froze inside.
We were almost to the main doors of the packhouse, and I wasn’t sure what the plan would be. I was an Omega. Sure, I had my place in the pack, but it was behind the others. Safely tucked away while the warriors defended us and protected the pack. What was I thinking? That I would just run out there and kick ass, and take names, even though I’d never had a day of training in my life?
As my footsteps echoed through the foyer, I came to a screeching stop, my gaze glued to the door. Leaving would mean putting my life at risk, and though I would make the trade of my life for my mates in a heartbeat, I had to think of our children.
“Gracie?” Roisin pushed, pulli
