Sienna’s POV
Ian and I must have kissed for a long time. When we returned to town, the son was a bit lower in the sky. Strangely, most of the people we had seen earlier weren’t out and about anymore. Yet we could hear a collection of voices, shouting as if in unison, in the direction of Richard’s rogue pack house.
Holding hands, we followed the noise, and came upon most of the adult rogues training. They moved in perfected unison, practicing fighting moves. A group farther off seemed to be performing some military maneuvers.
To the other side, a pair were sparing.
Dad was one of the fighters. I’d barely processed that before he roughly threw his opponent out of the ring. The opponent landed hard with a loud grunt.
Richard, seeing me, stepped over the fallen man and approached.
“Ah,
