Mother!
Cassie walked through the heavy iron gates of the Greyer Pack grounds after pretending not to have seen the letter.
Lucas's voice echoed throughout the courtyard.
Her child raced toward her, his little legs carrying him as fast as they could. With every pace, his black hair leaped; his unusual eyes, which seemed to hold secrets no seven-year-old should have, shone with pure happiness at seeing her.
She knelt down in perfect time to catch him as he flung himself into her arms.
His embrace was comforting and well-known, yet she could feel his faint energy emanating from him—the power that never fully quieted.
Lucas mumbled against her shoulder, his voice muted but full of feeling, "I missed you so much."
“What trip took you? You were away for far too long.
Softly smoothing
