Travis POV
Sarah is nestled to my side sound asleep, however I find my mind straying to the worst possible outcomes of the next rogue attack. I slip from the bed, careful not to wake my slumbering mate. After pulling on a pair of sweat pants, I exit our suite, and walk down the multiple flights of stairs with the intention of going to my office to consume my mind with the routine pack duties.
As I walk by the main kitchen, I notice that the light is on, so I naturally investigate to find Tom seated on a barstool at the kitchen island, bottle of scotch on the counter with a nearly empty glass in his hand. I go to the cabinet and pull out a glass for myself and take a seat beside my gamma. Without saying a word, Tom pours into my glass before refilling his own and we sit in silence for a
