Emotions

Grayson’s phone beeped. Pulling it out of his pocket he glanced at the text flashing up on the screen.

It was from Jackson. They were sending out word to all packs that a summit was being called.

Grayson nodded thoughtfully. It was a good choice, once each pack knew that Helena had arrived. There would be a surge of hope spread throughout all the clans.

He leant back in his chair, he had taken to sitting on the veranda of the pack house each morning.

Most pack members assumed that he was just there enjoying the morning sun. He was, but he was also in the right spot to see her.

Seline was across the street. Filling up the firewood for the bakery. The large ovens needed to stay lit to bake the breads and cakes for the pack. She could feel Grayson watching her, just like the las……