"Don't stress, I'll handle the phone number stuff. He won't be able to trace it." Ethan turned his head slightly, giving the anxious girl beside him a reassuring smile.
Eleanor was too focused on picking a number and didn't even bother to glance at Ethan's name on the license.
"Okay," she mumbled, her eyes flicking down to the message Nancy had just sent.
Nancy was asking for her address—wanted to drop off an invitation and have her over at the Obsidianfang Pack next weekend.
Eleanor hesitated. She wasn't sure about it, but Nancy was being so warm and genuine.
Nancy: [It's just a family dinner, really low-key. It'll just be us—no outsiders, alright?]
Nancy had been doing much better health-wise lately. It felt like she'd placed all the love and longing for her own daugh
