Thirty

We arrived back at the pack house a short while later, and unlike last time, Haden didn't stop at the front, but drove around and into a rear garage himself.

"Most have no idea you left, and we'd like to keep it that way," Saxon said quietly, as they ushered me up a set of stairs that was much smaller than the ones I was familiar with. I nodded silently, walking with them to their floor, with Haden behind me, and Saxon in front.

They led me straight to Saxon's suite, where he dropped my bag by the wardrobe, as Haden closed and locked the door behind us. I tensed, immediately feeling a little trapped, and excused myself to the bathroom, taking a long moment to compose myself before I stepped out again, to face them.

Saxon immediately stepped closer, cupping my face with his hands as he looked down at me with an intense look in his eyes. After a moment, he suddenly picked me up, carrying me over to the bed, where he sat and lifted me onto his lap, wrapping a hand in my hair and pushi