Reena POV:
A strange feeling overcame me as we walked up the steps to the front door. I felt like we were being watched; no, it felt like I was being hunted. No sooner did I have the strange feeling than a deep, menacing growl sounded from the trees to the right of the house. Both my mates were at my side, successfully sandwiching me between them.
"Take her inside," Branson told Atlas as he jumped from the porch and went to the tree line. Atlas didn't waste any time quickly ushering me inside the house. He ordered me to sit on the couch as he stood protectively in front of the door, daring someone to walk through it. "What was that?" I questioned as my mind began racing, "It's Brett, isn't it?" Atlas didn't speak, his eyes staying trained on the door before him. "He wants to kill me too
