Kieran's POV
Kieran awoke to a startlingly quiet Sunday morning. The clock on his nightstand read 8:00 a.m. The first time in years he'd woken up so early on a weekend, and without the usual noise of chaos and shouting filling the air. No late-night brawls, no slamming doors. Just... silence.
For a moment, he lay still, his mind clouded by Brutus’s incessant purring in his head. Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. It echoed like a chant, making him want to strangle his wolf, but Kieran was starting to get used to it. He sighed, rubbed his face, and glanced down at his body. For once, he wasn’t tangled in the sheets naked. He actually wore pajamas. The change made him frown and chuckle. Must be getting soft.
He reached for his phone, immediately grinning when he saw the text from Jordan. It was a s
