Four:
Nothing screams awkward like your apex mother and little sister driving you in a hover car. Spike sat on my lap, as the two very edgy and emotional wolves sat packed in with me like furry sardines in an old can.
“So, do I call you grand wolf? Alternatively, I could just call you granny, and I can call Anne Grams.”
Spike asked mother, who arched a pristine brow at him. She grinned slightly and murmured, “You can call me any of those you wish. You are family now. Nothing is more precious to me than my family.”
Aurelia murmured seriously, her eyes were stormy golden and sheened with prolific power. Liv was not her usual hyper self either. She was deeply angry, and her eyes were cutting around as we drove between the wastelands.
“Right, then grandma wolf, it is!”
Spike chirped in
