Vaughn
It's late in the morning and I continue to laze around on my mother's bed in her chamber.
I try mindlinking JoJo. "Hello, baby," I say the moment I reach her. "I arrived the realm not too long ago. How are you?"
"Glad you're safe, Vaughn," she says. "I'm fine. I should have reached out to you first. I'm sorry. But there has been someone here since you left."
"Who?" I ask her.
"A werewolf elder who calls himself Beta Sam," she replies. "He confesses he's the one who dropped me at the boundary eighteen years ago as a pup, and if not for his Intervention I'd been have slaughtered by the kingdom."
Feeling a sudden sense of unease, I ask JoJo, "How come someone like that knows you're there at the territory's outskirts?"
"I honestly don't know," she says. "His story is getting me w
