Glancing once more at the men, Glenn saw the eyes of the burly man in the middle glowing for a split second before changing back. “Fucking hell!” Turning the key in the ignition, he barked, “Call Sawyer. Tell him we’re leaving now.”
Alex’s head swiveled to Glenn, his eyes growing wide when he saw the grim look on his face. Fear coursed through him. Turning quickly, he focused on the men Sawyer had pointed out to him…and then he saw it, too. “They’re shifters! Do you think they know that we are?”
“Call Sawyer, Alex.”
Turning on his phone, Alex dialed his mate’s number while chewing on his bottom lip. “Do you think they are connected to the men who attacked us in LA?”
Answering the call, Sawyer asked, “Did you find us a good place to eat, sweetheart?”
“Sawyer, those men are shifters!” Alex exclaimed.
“Wait…what…are you sure?”
Glenn interjected, “Their interest in Alex isn’t just a fluke. Are you done?”
“Yeah.” Sawyer grabbed his receipt before getting back into the motorhome. Setting his phone in the holder, he plugged in the charger, then started the engine. “Let’s roll.”
Glenn pulled out of the truck stop, heading for the highway. “Listen, keep an eye on your rear and let me know if anyone is following us.”
“Will do. Have you ever seen those guys before?” asked Sawyer.
“No, but maybe Riley can find out who they are and why they’re after us. In the meantime, no more stops. We need to get to the Blackwood Pack asap.”
“You hear that, wolf mate? Time to put the pedal to the metal!” Alex exclaimed.
“10-4 mate.” Glancing behind him as he followed Glenn out of the truck stop, Sawyer watched the men hurrying inside the restaurant. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turned his attention back to the road.
~/~/~/~/~
Brady slowly trailed behind Mystia, his nervousness growing as he entered the Blackwood Pack house. Nothing about this seemed right and that feeling only grew as he came to a stop next to his friend. No wolf pack he knew of possessed a pack house like the one he was standing in. Letting his eyes roam, he was impressed by its warmth and coziness; the interior designer was a master. Finally, his eyes landed on a man standing next to Jackson, a young child in his arms.
“Gaga!” Daniel shouted, pushing against the man’s chest in an attempt to get free.
“Brady, this is Steel, my mate, and our child, Daniel,” Jackson said, his arm circling the man’s waist.
“Mon petite loulou!Come to Gaga,” Mystia crooned, holding out her arms to take her grandchild.
“Danny has a surprise for you…well for everyone.” Bending down, Steel lowered his son until Daniel was standing on the floor.
“Oh, my goodness!” Mystia gazed at her grandson before looking up at Steel. “He can stand by himself!”
“He can do more than that,” Jackson said. “Daniel, go to Gaga.”
Looking up at his father, Daniel grinned, showing off his two front teeth. “Gaga.”
“That’s right sweetie, go to Gaga,” Jackson said.
“Gaga!”
Holding her breath, Mystia watched as Daniel took a hesitant step, then paused before taking another and another until he’d crossed the short distance between his two dads and Mystia. Smiling broadly, she scooped him up, hugging him tight to her, smothering him in kisses.
Cheers and shouts erupted and it was only then that Brady noticed the rest of the people in the room. Moving slightly behind Mystia so as not to be conspicuous, he began to study the group.
“Brother, you were holding out on us,” Colton said.
“Hey, when did he take his first step?” asked Zane.
“You didn’t win, bro,” Cody said.
