SILAS POV
The moment their jet touched down on the tarmac in Seattle, I knew everything was about to change.
I was standing at the edge of the runway, Sebastian asleep on my right hip, Stephan on my left, both of them warm and heavy in that way only children get when they finally crash after emotional overload. Their heads were tucked against my chest, small hands gripping my jacket like anchors. I hadn’t put them down once since we’d left the house. I didn’t trust myself to.
Heat was the first one to step out of the jet.
Then Harrison.
Then Hudson.
Three massive, dangerous men who had bled with me, fought with me, trusted me with their lives more times than I could count. Men who had stood beside me through battles, rogues, hockey matches, and alcohol-soaked nights that were never p
