POV Jackson
Pacing the parking lot, I didn’t know why I even bothered to show up. My mate is in the hospital for goddess’s sake and I’m here! “Mason! Anything yet?!” I shouted through our link.
Not a word came from his side and all it did was make me worry more. I balled my hands around Ophelia’s bag and slowly walked up to the repair shop. Come on…don’t be a chicken. I walked into the space and a grunt was heard somewhere further in. “Don’t just walk into the bays without permission!” I gulped. That was Sal.
I turned to see an older man with muscles that have seen war before I straightened up and nodded towards him. “Hey Mr.Salis.” I said to one of our head warriors.
He raised a brow and rubbed his hands with the dirty red rag attached to his pants. “What are you doing here? Um…whi
