It’s too bad I don’t feel much like celebrating.
While the rest of the club returned home after rescuing Stacia, we stayed in Miami until the early morning hours so Luna could catch up with her brothers. I hated tearing her away from them when I finally announced we needed to leave, but at least they can stay in contact now.
By the time we made it to Orlando, the sun was always rising.
We all passed out in the house I share with Mack and Ven on the compound, but my sleep was restless.
I hate to admit it, but this place no longer feels like home. Home is Luna’s home in Widows Peak.
Well, fuck.
I certainly hope the others feel the same.
Not seeing my pack mates, I step outside and wince as the humid heat hits me.
Apparently spending several weeks in the mountains of Colorado has ruined me for Florida temperatures.
I pull at the collar of the shirt I wear beneath my cut, eyes searching for my mates.
Mack and Ven are talking with their dads, and Ven’s arm is hooked around Prescott’s shoulders.
My alphas haven’t been able to dote as much on our beta with everything that’s going on, so it’s nice to see them spending time with him while we’re here.
It takes a few more seconds for me to find Luna and Christian as they dance to the music, their bodies barely moving as they stare into one another’s eyes.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I was glad she had him back. I don’t even care that he doesn’t seem interested in anyone besides Luna.
She deserves that after all the pain her brother caused her.
I bite back a growl at the reminder of Fabian. Fucking cocksucker.
He’s lucky Matías shot him. I wouldn’t have killed him so quickly.
I probably would’ve cut off some of his limbs too.
“Fuck. Why is it so hot?”
A giggle makes my head jerk to the side, smiling when I see my sister sidle up beside me. “Hey, Stacia.”
“Hey, yourself, Ward.”
I roll my eyes. “Are you ever going to stop calling me that? You’re the only one who does. Even Dad stopped calling me Ward years ago.”
She shakes her head. “As long as it annoys you, I’ll keep addressing you as such.”
“Brat.”
“Damn straight.” She sobers. “Thank you for coming for me—for making sure I wasn’t trapped in that place any longer that I had to be.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that, Stacia. Of course I wouldn’t leave you with that bastard.”
She grins. “I met your new mates. I like them.”
“So do I.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured.” Her eyes catch on Christian and Luna. “Christian’s one of the good ones. He did everything in his power to keep me safe.”
I nod. “I know. He told us, but thank you for telling me.”
