Chapter Fifty-Seven

To say Sebastian and I’s flirty actions had spurred his mother on was an understatement.

We had successfully spent the morning together, checking out a house that needed repairs. I wouldn’t exactly call it a romantic outing, but we were still together at least.

We had gotten a little caught up with the mother living there, listening to her tell us how her house had gotten ransacked and her living room wall had gotten almost entirely destroyed.

Apparently a pair of rouges had somehow gotten through the border and all the way to where the pack houses were. That had pissed Sebastain off; he’d actually excused himself to go yell at some guards. He came back though, looking like he felt slightly better.

We had personally made sure plans were put into motion to fix her house, since she had two young children who were depending on her to provide for them, and I sympathized with that.

When we were leaving her house, however, walking back to Sebastain’s to get lunch, we were ambushed by Se