Morgan
I left the prison with a new determination and with Michael pushed from my mind. If I was going to focus on maintaining control, the only face I could keep in my mind was my Ren's. I would see her pretty ocean eyes again and I would wake up to that delicious honeysuckle scent of hers coating every inch of me.
Many had gathered in my dad's office in the pack house, which had more room to fit the twelve of us in. My father stood in front of the huge map, spread out on the walnut desk with the sawmill circled and a large tablet with the distance and travel time displayed. His eyes looked incredibly red but focused on taking in the others' input around him, ready to throw himself into work as a distraction. My mom, at his side, was discreetly rubbing his hand in support.
'Don't worry
