Yesi
Following Nox’s tense encounter with the younger wolves--who I heard him call Storm, Ray, and Cinn--Paisley led me inside, eager to give a brief tour while showing us to our rooms. The ground floor was crazy, what with all the kids running around. I noticed Ray, the dark-haired girl around my age, in a heated argument with Storm in the far corner of the grand living room, oblivious to the chaos that ensued just a few feet away. Cinn, the younger girl closer to Storm’s age, was balancing a toddler on her hip while directing a few young pups on picking up after themselves.
My eyes were wide at the sight. I’d never seen so many little kids outside of a school before--even our covens pushed out children generationally, meaning most everyone I would work with would be around my age. Wolv
