H A I L E Y
When we landed, Giovanni was waiting for us, a grim expression on his face. He took our bags, and led us to a black SUV that was parked at the curb.
"Welcome home," he said, a small, tired smile playing on his lips.
"It's good to be home," Dominic said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. It was clear he was not happy to be back.
The drive to the pack house was a blur of trees and houses, a familiar landscape that now seemed tainted with a new and sinister undercurrent. The silence in the car was heavy and oppressive, a thick, suffocating blanket that muffled the sounds of the city.
Liam fell asleep in my arms, his little body a warm and comfortable against my chest. I watched him sleep, a fierce, protective love swelling in my chest. I would do anything to keep him safe, to sh
