*Celeste*
“Do you think Molly is really OK?” David asks as he helps me pull my shirt off. I slide my jeans down and climb into bed as he does the same.
“That wasn’t Molly,” I correct him. “That was her wolf. She couldn’t control her, and she looked so heartbroken.”
He nods, seeming to accept this answer. Anyone who has ever met her would know she’d never say that to Peter. I sigh, rolling onto my side as David pulls my back to his chest and wraps his arm around me. I need to sleep, but I’m not tired.
“The sun is still up,” he grumbles.
“I know, but we need to be alert for our shift at the house tonight,” I remind him.
They’re not safe now that Jacob knows what type of spell she used. Peter linked me and said she has other things in place, but we agreed, as their parents, to ke
