Walking home from the pack house felt like walking through mud. My legs were heavy. My arms were tired. Even though I used magic to fight Annabelle and not my muscles, using that much mental power was exhausting.
I also tried to help out as much I could at the pack house after that.
I just wanted a hot bath and a soft bed and to close my eyes and forget about the crazy drama of the pack for a few hours.
I unlocked the front door of my house and stepped inside. I expected the house to be quiet and empty until the kids came back from the pack house.
But the tv was playing quietly in the living room. I walked into the room and stopped. Astor was sitting on the sofa. He had his shoes off and his feet up on the coffee table. He looked relaxed.
I frowned. l thought he was supposed to be the
