(Angela's POV)
When I woke up I was on the sofa, still in wolf form. When I looked over my heart swelled with emotion, Tyler was holding our son and cuddling him close to him. I whimpered at him and he looked up at me, his clothes were all torn and had dry blood on them.
"Hey."
Carefully I got up and walked over to him, gently licking my baby's face.
"What took you so long?" I asked mind linking him.
Before I could answer someone cleared his throat, but when I turned I put myself right in front of my baby growling up at Mason, who was walking toward us with his arms up in surrender.
"Calm down woman, I'm not here to hurt anyone."
Soon Tyler's arm wrapped around my neck, and I calmed but still kept my eye on him.
"I just came back from Jordan's house, it's pretty bad."
"Jordan,"
