Johnathan's POV I smelled them before I saw them. Vampires. Before I could do anything, Airen tensed in my arms. She was looking at something over my shoulder and I could see the fear in her eyes. She reached out and pushed James behind her, never taking her eyes off of what I could only assume to be the vampires I was smelling. I looked around and saw that everyone else was watching something behind me. I also noted that the music had stopped and Cade had pushed Rachel behind him. I scanned the crowd for Brenna and found her frozen and as white as a sheet. I made eye contact with her and motioned with my head for her to come to get James. That seemed to shake her out of her frozen state. She nodded in acknowledgment and began to make her way toward us. I then focused on Airen. Her hand had slipped down to my chest at some point and she was now gripping my shirt with white knuckles. She was shaking, though I doubt she noticed, and had pressed herself up against me, whether subcon

Johnathan's Pov I did not sleep well. Between being restless over the separation from my mate and Morte being restless over vampires being within 100 miles of our mate and son, it was a long and uncomfortable night. At some point, I must have dozed off because one minute I was stressing out over what to do about my mate and her lack of communication and the next I was waking up to the bedroom door being opened. I had fallen asleep sitting up against the door, so when it opened I fell into the room, backward. I lay there, looking up at a very displeased Airen. She was wearing another white t-shirt, denim capri pants, and Converse. Her hair was down around her shoulders and damp as though she had just gotten out of the shower. There was a pair of sunglasses perched on her head and she was carrying a duffle bag, a book bag, and a purse. I wondered what she needed that required that many bags for just a few days before I remembered that she was supposed to be here for two whole weeks