Chapter 12- What He Needs Not What He Wants

Chapter Twelve

Ireland POV

I went to the pack house and showered. Erik brought me some food before insisting to sleep on the oversized chair in my room. I told him he could sleep on the bed with me but he insisted that would not be okay with Oliver and he has enough to worry about with his mother. I can hear that he is asleep on the chair as I lay awake in the bed. I know he is as worried as I am that this wasn’t random rogues, that this was him, that maybe he has found us. I close my eyes trying to sleep, Belle is quiet trying to reserve her energy as the fight and silver wound have drained her.  I wince as I regrettably go to tuck my arm under my head. 

I hear the soft click of the door next door. The shower comes on and Oliver steps into it. I breathe a si