Angel
Grant looked around carefully and his nostrils flared open, “I can’t see or smell anything,” he started. Taking my hand in his, he examined our surroundings once again.
Was I having a damn deja-vu? The same happened when I was with my jerk-ex mate back in my pack. I was surely being watched by Blake or one of Elijah’s wolf-minions, but Aaron didn’t believe me for a second. Well, well, Grant seemed to be the same.
“I can’t feel anything, Angeline, but we will take all the necessary cautions. I will tell the patrollers to go through this area and be extra careful with the borders now. Let’s go, we must rush,” he told me, pulling me by the hand, fast but gently.
“Wait? Where are we going?” I asked, lost in confusion, but still following him.
“There is a safe-room. There no one
