Megan POV
“How did this become a meeting with all of pack leadership?” I asked as I paced outside the storage room of the training pitch.
Adam shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking miserable. “I’m sorry, baby. Natasha was insistent.”
I ran my good hand through my hair and glared at him while my heart tried to beat its way out of my chest. To be fair, I knew it wasn’t Adam’s fault. All he did was channel Natasha and request a meeting, telling her only that I needed some legal help. He’d refrained from giving specifics because he wanted me to tell my own story. It was supposed to be cathartic, but I’d yet to feel that sense of release when revealing my mother’s abuse. He was trying to help me. I knew that, but at the moment, he was the handiest target for my panic-induced rage.
