“A war is coming.”
The words reverberated in my head as everyone breathed a sigh of relief by our safety last night. They played in my head as I went through the motions of today in a confused daze, making breakfast, playing with the twins, making dinner, putting the kids to bed, laying next to my mate as he fell asleep. They replayed over and over again no matter how much I begged my own mind to stop.
A war is coming. A war that I do not think we will win.
I need you. I knew Austin couldn’t respond to my mind link but I could also feel him accept it so knew he heard me.
I didn’t have the mental energy to get up from my seat on the porch and go get my phone from the third floor of the house. I didn’t even have the energy to get up to put a coat on so I sat on the wooden steps of
