✦Dolly✦
The sound came again. The scrape came again. Every time the blades scraped against the wards, I felt it across my bones, and it made the room feel smaller and smaller. I paled as I pointed at the map.
“There,” Grayson moved, and his palm hit the table.
“Zack. Mato. Take four guards west. Blaise, Ronnie, strengthen the ward line. Sierna, move everyone deeper into the packhouse,” he shouted, he was in full Alpha mode. It was something to behold. Before Grayson could give another order, my father stepped in front of me.
“No,” Grayson met his gaze.
“You don’t even know what I was going to say,”
“I do,”
“That isn’t fair, Josiah,”
“Regardless,” my father muttered. He was stubborn, but Grayson was a lot more concerned about the town than about my father’s pride and feelings.
