H A I L E Y
I reached out and placed a hand on his back, my fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles. "Dom," I said, my voice a soft whisper. "Talk to me. What are you thinking?"
He was quiet for a long moment, the only sound the steady rhythm of our breathing. Then he turned to face me, his eyes dark with a storm of emotions. Anger, fear, guilt, and a fierce, unwavering love.
"I'm thinking that I failed you," he said, his voice a raw, ragged whisper. "I let my guard down. I got complacent. I thought the biggest threat to us was internal, a squabble over pack dynamics. But it's not. It's something much bigger. Something much more dangerous. And I wasn't prepared. I wasn't ready. And because of that, my son almost died. You were almost framed for murder. And now... now we're on the
