ERON
I knew we were in serious trouble the moment we walked through the front door. Mom was pacing the living room, which she never did unless something was really wrong. Dad stood by the fireplace, arms crossed, looking like he was physically restraining himself from shifting and howling at the moon. The pack house had that weird tension-thick-enough-to-choke-on feeling.
"Explain," Dad said the second Jimmy and I stepped inside. His voice was deceptively calm, but I could see the Alpha-gold flecks in his eyes. Not a good sign.
"Uh..." I glanced at Jimmy, who subtly edged away from me. Traitor.
"Perhaps we should," Leaf said, gliding in behind us with his usual silent grace. Roel followed, closing the door with a soft click that somehow sounded final, like a prison cell locking.
"You
