Chapter Nine

Hunter’s POV

The mind link has been going off and buzzing with excitement at the news of Gabe and Lottie’s pairing. The capacity for gossip among the men in this pack never ceases to amaze me. I decided to dull the racket with bourbon but daren’t shut the link off in case Liberty needs me. Why not have a drink? It’s Friday. We are all here, safe and almost sound. Liberty is on the mend and well looked after, so balls to it. Here’s to surviving another week of madness. I raise my glass to nobody in particular and neck the smooth, golden liquid. I don’t feel the burn, I’m pretty sure I became immune to that before I was even old enough to be able to legally drink it. At least no more dead relatives have come crawling out of the woodwork in the last few days.

Just as I’m starting to feel a little buzz, who should walk into the pool room? Yep, you got it. My dear old Grandmother and one of her partners in crime. Goddess, could you imagine if Esme rocked up too. It would be like one of tho