Third Person's POV
Trista turned around and leaned against the car door, her face scrunched up in a heavy pout. "Mom, are you seriously doing the 'work' thing again?"
There was a touch of whining in her voice, that classic kid-style guilt trip.
In her head, the only thing that ever kept her mom from staying over was work stealing her away.
Melanie looked totally unfazed, but her voice stayed soft. "Yeah. Focus in class, okay? Call me if you need anything."
She didn't bother explaining further.
It wasn't about being "busy"—it was about the fact that she didn't belong in pack territory anymore, and she wasn't going to overstay her welcome.
With Archer constantly obsessed with growing his empire, pullng all-nighters was just the status quo for the Razor Pack.
Since Melanie had started
