Andrew POV
I ran out of the packhouse, looking around frantically.
“Get to the safe room!” I yelled at women and children.
I saw aunt Gloria picking up a pup who was crying loudly. She tried to soothe him while she looked around.
Our eyes met, and she ran toward me.
“Where is Logan?” she asked, and I could hear the fear in her voice.
“With Emma.” I responded. “He will be here soon.”
“Okay.” she nodded, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it tightly. “Be careful, okay?”
“I will, aunt Gloria.” I said, looking around and trying to find Drake. “Go to the safe room, please.”
She nodded and turned around, running inside the pack house.
“Andrew!” I heard Drake calling my name.
I turned around and saw him running toward me.
“Where is Emma?” he asked worriedly.
“Logan is hiding her.
