Joe didn’t know what he was supposed to do.
He sat there watching Abby hug her father, his chest tightening almost painfully. It wasn’t anger or jealousy or fear.
It was an emotion he couldn’t quite name. Something hollow and sharp all at once.
When she finally stepped back, Leo blinked at her, his eyes red and glassy. He swallowed hard, his throat working like the simple act hurt. Abby smiled gently and motioned for him to sit at the table across from them.
Joe’s leg started bouncing under the table before he even realized it. He couldn’t see to make it stop.
He watched as the commander of the Werewolf Council, one of the most powerful wolves in the country, slid into the chair across from him like a he wasn’t sure he belonged there.
Abby took her seat and immediately reached under
