Tempest POV
I was feeling lazy today, woke up and thought bugger it, can't be bothered, for no real reason, I wasn't in pain, or anything like that, just flat. No get-up-and-go, think it stayed in bed. Where I feel I should have stayed and slept a few more hours. It was late by the time we went to bed, talking, laughing, and having a good time, and time just slipped by fast.
But I had to keep moving. My Dad said sleeping in was for the dead, but it was okay for him to sleep in, and my sister, but not me. At least he's not here to growl at me. I am so lucky that Storm took me in and gave me a life, one I could only dream of. I can see it in his eyes that he cares deeply for me. It's in his eyes; they soften each time he looks at me.
The clubhouse was quiet, as expected for this time of
