An act of war

When they arrived at Blackstorm, Thomas met them outside the villa. “What do you want?” he asked Eleanor, his voice irritable as he looked from her to the people accompanying her. “Who allowed you to bring them into my pack?” Eleanor ignored his question and stepped up to him. “Where is Mia?” Thomas’s brow rose. “What do you want with my mate? Do you miss her already?” Eleanor’s eyes narrowed as she got impatient. “I’m not here to play games with you, Thomas. Where is she?” Thomas stuck his hands into his trouser pockets and shrugged. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” Eleanor pinned him with a glare. “What do you want with her?” Thomas asked. “She murdered Sophia’s brother,” Eleanor told him. “And I’m here to make her pay for what she did.” Thomas’s brow creased. “What?” he asked sharply. His eyes moved from Eleanor to Sophia, whose gaze was wandering in the area behind him, as if searching for something. Someone. He turned back to Eleanor. “What are you talking about?” “Your mate