Jo-anne POV
Prowling around in her suite, which she had to admit was bloody amazing. This was only the first floor of the packhouse, rooms for guests. She’d seen the ones back home, had lived in one before being mated to West again.
This room was pure luxury, and it had a fully stocked bar fridge and a fully loaded snack table, a massive king-sized bed and a huge soaker tub. It was ten times better than the room inside her own pack. Wondered if it was time to put Damien to work on upgrading them all.
But walking around in here, in circles inside this room did nothing for her. She knew West and T.J. were in a war meeting, she didn’t need to be there herself, was she now understood, not here to help with the planning of defenses, but here to help sort out the bloody mess other witches had
