Michael
This spot on the beach was fast becoming my new home. I had been all but rooted to this very patch of sand since I had made the phone call, lost in thought…drowning in them. Looking out into the ocean that lapped around me, I wished I could feel just as calm and tranquil. But inside, a storm swelled and battered against my skull. I had set events in motion now that could never be taken back.
They were events that were going to happen anyway, sooner or later.
They would've found her.
And when they did, they could've killed us all.
The visions that that notion conjured made me shudder. I couldn't bear to see anything happen to my parents, my little brothers, my mate…my older brother…Morgan. He would hate me, probably forever, for my part in this, but at least he would be alive
