Chapter 235

Draven POV

We exit the front door to the pack house and are met with a violent storm. The rain is hammering down hard, and the wind is ice cold with such force it feels like it's cutting through my skin.

I turn to go back inside, but it's now an empty doorway in the midst of the storm. I look down at the terrified child clutching my leg, and instincts take over. I pick her up and cradle her to my