I’m Sorry Gray.

Indeed it was Lance. I sensed him as he drew closer. He entered the workshop accompanied by Gray, his beta.

Lucas turned to leave. At least, I was happy we were on equal terms now. Whatever this was, he was clearly not invited.

Lance looked around and gave a definitive nod. Then he walked from one corner of the workshop to another before stopping abruptly in front of me.

“Where did you go?” he asked. His voice was eerily calm and chilling to listen to.

“I. I went to my former pack house to see if I could get some of my things I left behind,” I...