Breakfast (1)

Miles POV

The atmosphere at the table was tense. Some of the warriors who had already eaten decided to slip out and the omegas who had been actively serving us made themselves scarce.

Chloe and my brother were sitting as far from my parents as they could. Mick had wanted to flee. I saw the look on his face, just as Nonna and Chloe did. Nonna was able to make him listen and come in to eat. Chloe gripped his hands, whispering reassurances to him. I was thankful to her, because I didn’t want him leaving me and the pack. Not again. Not when there was so much left unsaid between us.

My heartbeat would quicken every time Chloe looked at me. It happened often, and I noticed it was when Mick would tense up the most. It was like she was pleading with me for help to protect him or to fix something. I wanted to do something to ease this for my brother, but I know how badly my parents wanted to make up with him. I have seen the effects Mick’s absence and the guilt has played on our father’s heal