My arms ached from painting, which I hadn’t thought possible after becoming a wolf. Lucinda looked exhausted and dragged her feet as she went back into House. Most of the pack had fallen asleep, but a few remained awake, asking Rhett questions.
They’d been following me around, asking us questions about magic. I understood their fear, but they kept getting in the way. Rhett kept them at bay and gave everyone tasks if they were awake.
But now that we were done, and the pack was asleep, there were no more jobs.
“Please, everyone, try to get some rest. It’s been a long night.” If he was human, his throat would’ve hurt. His shoulders were slumped, and he was less animated as he talked. He’d dressed, so I couldn’t see his wound, but if I had to guess, it wasn’t healed yet.
“When can we leave
