Mason POV
I am sitting at my desk in the office, sifting through photos of models for our latest project. I used to love this part but now it bores me. I want to be home with Carina and Rick. My boy is so damn cute. The way his tiny fingers curl around mine … man, I want to be home right now.
But I have work to do and need these projects to be successful. Heaven knows how long this war with Dark Moon will last and the pack will need the funds to survive.
My phone rings and I look at the number. It is from Houston. Must be related to Dad, I decide and answer the call.
“Hi, Mason,” Eric replies.
“Feeling adventurous, aren’t we?” I sigh. “You know you’re gambling with your safety contacting me.”
“Relax,” he chuckles. “I paid the owner at a café to use his phone. It’s safe, and even if i
