Colby
Things had been quiet for a while. I think that was when it hit me that something might go wrong. It was two weeks of no attacks on the house or any of us so I started to grow nervous, sometimes staying up until all hours of the night ready to protect the pack if I needed too.
Lia encouraged me to go off to bed one night when she found me. It was rich coming from the woman who had to be carried to bed by Jesse after throwing a large fit. I pointed it out, earning a glare from her.
“We aren’t talking about me,” Lia snapped. “We are talking about you right now, Colby.”
I shrugged. “Yes, but you shouldn’t throw stones when you live in a glass house, Lia.”
The scowl deepened, causing me to laugh. I closed the distance between us, brushing my lips over her temple.
“You need to sleep
