Kinsley's POV

Terron and Lucas are trying to be calm, like approaching a baby deer in the woods, but it’s hard to say if it’s working. My legs are rattling even when I sit down, my hands turning over in my lap until I see red pressure marks forming from my gripping strength.

It’s easier to talk when I stare at Terron, his lips are curled in a hopeful smile but his eyes are raging storms similar to the ones outside the house.

“Alpha Jonathan asked if their deal was ...