Michael
I woke up with precise determination to go back to my pack and cut all ties with my uncle. He wasn’t the man I grew up knowing, or maybe the man I imagined. The ride back home was long and tedious. Fari sat in the front seat with the driver, giving me space, and I appreciated it. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Donnie’s arm wrapped around my mate. Knight growled lowly in my head. He was just as pissed as I was.
“Michael, if you don’t ease up, Josh here won’t be able to drive us home,” Fari stated. My aura was leaking out in tidal waves.
“Sorry. Wake me when we get there.” I kept the image of Donnie and Lyla far from my mind. Instead, I focused on the way she laughed while playing Twister. The way she yelped when Shantel struck her with a pillow. With those me
