Nate Pov
I was humming under my breath to a song that I’d heard on the radio the other day when Sean decided to burst into the office and dance on top of the coffee table as I walked out the packhouse and towards the training grounds around back. The weather was a soft breeze, the smell of rain on the wind and the slight tint of gray from the storm clouds washing slowly over the sun, starting to block out the view. It would probably be a few more hours before it started to rain, but I had always loved the smell of the rain and couldn’t help but lift my nose up towards the sky, breathing it in. I hadn’t bothered to grab socks or shoes, and the feel of the soft grass under my toes was slightly ticklish against my toes. I slipped my fingers against the bushes lining the side of the house, en
