Gracie’s POV
I tossed restlessly on the bed, my breath ragged, heart thundering beneath my ribs. My mind raced with panic as I heard the knock again, firm, loud, and impatient. I knew that knock. My mother.
Damn it.
She must’ve heard the mourns. I personally knew how I moan anytime Darren and I have s*x. I hadn’t exactly been quiet, and the walls in this our pack house weren’t made of stone. I sat up abruptly, sheets tangled around my legs like chains. Darren, shirtless and still flushed from our reckless mistake, looked at me with wide eyes.
“She’s here,” I whispered, panic rising in my throat.
He sat up too, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “Who?”
“My mother!”
He froze. “What do we do?”
“Hide. Inside the wardrobe. Now.”
He hesitated, blinking as if I’d just as
