Grace
I headed home later than I expected between typing up some loose ends with Wolfe Medical and staying a little longer to get a few assignments for classes done. As I entered the house, I was greeted with the warm family quiet of home.
Then, I felt the tug of the compulsion. Esme's magical compulsion worked like a tether, pulling me away from the stairs to the dining room. I wanted so badly to just lay down and scroll for a while, but there was no getting out of it. The stack of books on Werewolf State Law seemed to mock me from the table, waiting to be delved into.
With a sigh, I settled into my seat, casting a glance at the open doorway. I set my phone beside me as I was still waiting on some messages about the final arrangements. The urgency of helping Duncan lingered in my mind
