Krimson’s P.O.V
Luca and I drove back to the pack despite the thunderstorm. The windshield made loud noises as the rain pelted down, the wiper working overtime to clear the glass.
“Alpha…is this really a good idea?” Luca asked from beside me, his face a mask of worry as he looked out the windows. “The rain is quite severe…we should’ve stayed at the hotel till tomorrow.”
“The conference is over already,” I snapped at him, my hands white knuckled as I gripped the steering wheel. “There’s no need to wait any longer.”
“I get that , but…”
Luca didn’t finish that sentence, knowing that we were almost halfway to the pack territory. He also knew that once I had made up my mind, there was nothing stopping me. Which was why I was the one behind the steering wheels today and not him.
Worry gnaw
