EMRYS POV
Thanks to Orton, the sprinting was more nerve wracking than relieving like I envisioned it to be. He talked at every instant and even when I begged to be on my own to think through, he didn't spare me.
“What do you think about the breakfast Dad had with us,” he began as we started making our way back to the pack, “You know, I think it's really surprising that he bothered to do that in the first place. He never did that with us,”
The corner of my lips tipped up in a smirk, “Perhaps, him being unconscious thought him a valuable lesson,”
Orton nodded, “I couldn't have agreed more,”
We made our way back to the pack in quickened steps and stopped abruptly by the sight before us. Four strange black cars were parked right in front of the Packhouse.
“What the hell is going on here?
