Eighty
Terrence
Timothee scared the hell out of me last night. He put himself in danger by using a martial arts technique to subdue the rogue king. In his human form, that was extremely risky. If I didn't learn his reason, I would say he was definitely crazy. He did it for me. And my sister.
My mate was just as crazy as the attack last night was. We haven't gotten any correspondence from the three packs yet. We've been busy cleaning up, burning the bodies of rogues we killed and preparing for the burial of our own.
Once again, Moon Stone was crying. This was the saddest full moon to my people. Even Timothee had been quiet ever since we came back. He was on high alert even as he cuddled with our sons. Surprisingly, Thad and Theo gave their mother comfort by snuggling into him. Perhap
