KERES POV
“Mom!” I shouted at the top of my lungs the second we crossed the threshold.
A hand smacked the back of my neck.
Hard.
“She is probably sleeping, you moron,” Aiden hissed. “It is past midnight.”
He had a point.
A boring one, but still a point.
In my defense, it had taken longer than expected for Perse to pack a few clothes, her laptop, and whatever else her terrifying little brain considered essential for disappearing from her own packlands in the middle of the night without starting a war. Which, apparently, required stealth, silence, three different escape routes, and Aiden muttering about visible patrol patterns under his breath like he was personally offended by their inefficiency.
The three of us had shifted for the run, but Eden was still too weak to shift, which me
