I woke to sunlight streaming through the gaps in the boarded windows and the smell of coffee.
For a confused moment, I thought I was back in the apartment above the laundromat. Then I heard Ash and Ryder's voices, bright and energetic, and reality crashed back.
Pack house. Silvermoon territory. Two mates. One homicidal brother. A father-in-law who'd murdered my parents.
Just a normal Tuesday.
I sat up, my neck protesting from sleeping in the chair. Caden was gone, but Ezra remained by the window, looking like he hadn't moved all night. Knowing him, he probably hadn't.
"They're in the kitchen with Maya," Ezra said without turning around. "She's making them pancakes shaped like wolves. They think it's hilarious."
The domestic normalcy of that statement felt surreal. "You've been watchi
