Ella and Sinclair wake up the next morning before their children do, curled in each other’s arms as they always are. “Stop,” Sinclair commands, tightening his arms when Ella starts to move, to roll away towards the edge of the bed. “Don’t. Stay.” “We have to get them up, Dominic!” Ella protests,
Hank grimaces. “A little,” he says, shrugging. “It’s a miracle, honestly, that we even have wifi.” Ella and Sinclair immediately look at each other, unspoken ideas passing to each other down their bond. “Nope!” Hank says, pointing at the camera on his computer. “Whatever it is you’re thinking –
“You’re aware that not all wolf communities were happy with your rise to power twenty years ago, Dominic, when you declared wolves and humans equal citizens in the nation,” Hank says, shrugging like it’s obvious. Dominic nods, because it’s true – and he’s well aware. “Well,” Hank continues, “som
Jesse laughs, coming over to us, his backpack slung over his back. “Rosie’s all ready for you, June,” he says, grinning and patting her on the shoulder. “Says she’s giving you a makeover.” Juniper groans louder now, tilting her head back and venting her rage to the sky. I can’t help but laugh, but
“Oh, you’re making that up, Juniper,” I sigh, flicking through the magazine myself now with a happy sigh. “My baby Mark doesn’t have a p**n collection – he’s just a little baby. Plus, p**n is all on computers these days anyway.” June shrugs. “He likes it vintage.” “Are you okay with this?” I ask
“I am not!” Mom says with a sigh and a dismissive wave of her hand, clearly done with this argument. “It just made sense. Now if we can please get on our way, beloved daughter?” I scowl and storm away, not looking back over my shoulder, pissed as hell. Ella moves to follow Ariel, but Rafe reache
“I wasn’t out with another girl,” Jackson protests, frowning at Jesse but still clearly not getting it. “Is that…bad? Is…” he frowns, clearly thinking back on it. “I just thought she was being friendly. Plus, free drinks…” I just scowl at Jesse and wrap my arm possessively around Jackson’s, not li
“Yes, just what everyone wants when they’re searching for the perfect home,” dad murmurs, sending her a smirking glance. Mom nods eagerly, like that’s obviously true. Jackson and I keep quiet, standing close together. Feeling my anxiety, he sends a warm pulse of reassurance down our bond and brush