Charles
The night air had a chill as George and I exited the jet and got into the car, headed back to the Mooncrest pack house. It was late enough. I knew Cecil would be in bed. There was a chance Grace would be too. I sighed, rubbing my clean-shaven face with a sigh.
"Missing your beard already?" George asked.
"Something like that," I sighed. "Mostly just missing some peace. Would it be too much to ask to get a lull?"
He snorted. "With your plan? You'll be lucky to catch a bit of sleep."
He was probably right. The journey from the Werewolf State's Capital had been a calm one, even as George and I fleshed out the rest of this plan and made calls to get all the information I could manage.
It was unsettling to be plotting against Grace and Astarte for both of their sakes, but Mooncrest
