Page 92 of The Alpha's Huntress

‘Ok. I’ll be home soon. I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.’

‘Blake I’m fine. You should know by now that I can take care of myself.’

‘Alright. I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

I blocked him out and entered the pack house again.

I went upstairs and found another note in the same envelope sitting on the bed.

I closed the door and locked it.

I slowly opened it.

This time it wasn’t a letter our note. It was multiple pictures of my grandma and grandpa.

They had bruises on their faces and arms. Cuts on their stomachs and legs.

I broke down crying to see them like that. It was all my fault.

I wiped away my tears and hid the pictures and the note in the very corner of the closet.

I

can’t tell Blake. I can’t risk my grandparents lives.

I took a warm shower and got dressed in some PJs.

I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and revealed a very tired Blake.

He has small bags under his eyes and he looked like he was about to collapse.

I put his arm around my shoulders and wrapped my arm around his waist and led him to the bed.

“What have you been doing all day? You look awful.” I ask while setting him down on he bed.

“Thanks. I appreciate the compliment.” He said sarcastically.

I laid down next to him and glared at him.

He laid his head on my shoulder and pulled me closer to him.

“I went to four meetings, I had papers to file, and I had to train the guards today. That’s why I’m so tired.” He spoke up.

“Well go to sleep. You’ve always been worried about me, now it’s my turn to worry about you.”

He simply nodded and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Me. I couldn’t sleep at all, knowing my grandparents are in danger.

Twenty Four

Wolfsbane does not go well with Stake

Artemis’s POV

It’s been two days and I still haven’t got to another note from Logan.

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