~Avery~
King didn’t return until much later that evening, long after I had tucked Julia and Julian into their makeshift bed. I say “make-shift” because the room provided for them was nothing like children’s rooms; this whole situation had been rather too hasty.
As I sat in the dim light of King’s room, doubt filled my mind. Was this what he thought fatherhood looked like— showing up late and acting as if his kids were a minor inconvenience? He was not even there to bid them goodnight. The bed was untouched, and I hadn’t even tried to lie down; the very idea of it seemed absurd. We needed to have a crucial conversation tonight, and King needed to understand where I was coming from. I never should have brought the twins back to even the same city as him, let alone the same pack. I should h
