I pulled up to the airport curb in my black SUV.
The place was a madhouse. I already hate it. Lucy spotted me immediately, her blonde curls bouncing as she waved enthusiastically from the pickup lane. She was all sunshine and sparkles, dressed in a pink sundress that screamed "vacation mode," even though she was here on some family errand Grandpa had roped her into.
My cousin—well, technically second cousin, but in our pack, blood was blood—had always been the bubbly one, the optimist who could find silver linings in a thunderstorm.
"Elias! Oh my god, thank you so much for picking me up!" she squealed as she threw her arms around my neck the second I stepped out to grab her luggage. Her hug was tight, scented with vanilla and whatever fruity shampoo she used. "You're a lifesaver
