Garrett’s POV
The storm hit our lands just after midnight.
It was one of the worst storms I've ever seen in my life. Cold, heavy rain slammed against the glass windows of the pack house and the wind howled through the tall trees.
Every few seconds, flashes of lightning were all over the courtyard, followed by loud crashes of thunder that shook the foundation beneath our feet.
I stood in my office near the front window, staring out into the pitch-black surroundings.
Beside me, Fred was checking a handheld radio to try and get a signal on the outside. Simon sat on the edge of my wooden desk, a sharp hunting knife in his hand, his dark eyes fixed on the door.
Simon decided to make it seem like they left because he had a feeling that my father would come here and we've been waiting for a
