Beau
After a couple of days in the nursery, we brought the pups home. We all just existed on autopilot. It felt surreal. Her honeysuckle and rose scent lingered in the hallways, deceiving us into thinking she was just around the corner. It was most potent in our bedroom and her nesting room where she had been spending most of her time leading up to that day. It felt like she was everywhere and nowhere all at once. It was maddening.
The others had taken over caring for the pups. They spent as much time as possible with the tiny werewolves. Each of them seemed to latch on to a particular pup. Zeke had grown quite close to all three of them, but especially Emma. He clung to her, afraid to let her go. Afraid she would disappear like her mother had. Gio had grown close to Archer, partly out
