[Duncan’s P.O.V.] – Blue Ridge Pack
Nothing could soil my mood this morning. Imogen was going to give me a chance – well, she didn’t exactly say that, but we are closer than we were. “I’m guessing you and Imogen made up,” my father greets me as I enter the kitchen.
“In a manner of speaking,” I give him a cheeky grin, making my coffee.
“Manner of speaking, the whole packhouse heard you two last night,” Frankie stumbles into the kitchen, the lack of sleep evident on his face.
“Frankie!” Leah hisses.
“Hey, I heard you too.” Leah blushes at Frankie and quietly sits back down. “Seriously, who wasn’t getting it last night on the Alpha floor. You think a plot to murder ranked members would slow everyone down, but it seems to only have…”
“FRANKIE!” the whole room erupts at him, the kitchen
