* * * Hayden’s POV * * *
Once the laughter dies down, the protesters look at me with the strangest mixture of expressions. Some are confused, others are angry, but Charles’s face is unreadable. He keeps his cards close to his chest, Zachary comments.
He raises a hand to command the attention of the crowd and the whispers hush. “Lead us?” He questions calmly. “Where exactly are you planning to lead us, Hayden?”
I pick up the photograph from the table and walk through the crowd to where the projector sits. I slip the photo of our first kiss off the light plate and replace it with the picture I picked up.
The projected moon, wolf, trees, and building fills the centre of the room, and the men step back out of its light.
“I am leading a rescue mission for Harry, Hope’s dad. Here.” I po
