"Here we are," Noah said, his voice hard as the car finally came to a halt. Tension radiated off him in waves as he climbed out first and then helped me out too. I gazed up at the humongous white building that sparkled with lights, huge sprawling lawns and was blank again. This packhouse was as big as GrayCrest. Or maybe a tad smaller but still expansive. So this was BlueMoon pack.
"Are you sure?" Logan asked softly, patting Noah's back.
"Yeah," Noah nodded. "Let's go,"
"If it gets too much, we leave right away, okay?" Asher added, looking concerned. "Meanwhile, Rara, keep an eye out for brotherfucker," He turned his eyes to me and gave me a pleading look. I understood he was asking me to take care of his brother. I nodded. I will try my best.
"Oh yeah," Cora scowled, making a face.
