By the time they made it back to the pack house, Jake felt like the weight of the entire forest had settled on his shoulders. They had narrowly avoided a war with the witches, thanks almost entirely to Donovan. His power had turned the tide so thoroughly that even the high priestess had seemed shaken.
Still, it didn’t leave Jake with much comfort. The witches were unpredictable, and he would not be able to rest easy for a long while.
They went to Callan’s place, where Megan had been waiting up most of the night. She was waiting by the couch, her hands wringing together, Elias asleep against her chest in a sling. When she saw Callan, her face crumpled in relief.
She rushed forward, pressing a hand to his chest before grabbing his face and pulling him into a fierce kiss. “I was so scared,
