Stepping out of the room, he made his way out of the diner. “You’re paying for my door,” Joe called out.
“I’m not paying for anything.” He went straight to his truck, climbed inside, and headed to where his pack was waiting.
Brian was there as he returned. “Where is everyone?” he asked. “They’re out gathering wood and tending the gardens. What is it?” “Get them.
We need to talk.”
“Bethany called,” Brian said. This made him stop. “What?”
“She wanted to talk to you, said it was urgent.”
He clenched his fist so tight, his claws began to prick his palm. There was too much s**t on his mind.
“You need to go to her.”
“Trouble is coming,” he said. “Get the men.” He wanted Bethany more than anything else, but he needed to prepare them for what was going to come. He’d put them all in danger
