A ripple in the fabric of reality had Griffin stepping out of it.
The sun shone overhead as he looked around the spacious compound, immediately recognizing it as the West pack house.
He was still taking in his surroundings when the fabric behind him tore open again and a startled scream made him whip around.
Roman came hurtling straight toward him.
Instinct took over. Griffin reached out and caught him effortlessly in his arms, cradling him like a child.
For a moment, the two of them just stared at each other.
Griffin had one arm under Roman's legs and the other around his back, while Roman's arm was looped loosely around Griffin's neck.
"Well," Roman drawled, "this is comfy, darling."
Click.
The cocking of guns snapped through the air.
Griffin dropped Roman at once, raising his hands into the air. Roman hit the ground with a hard thud.
"Aww. Not cool," Roman complained from where he lay sprawled face-first on the ground.
