Third Person's POV
The next morning, Archer said to Trista over breakfast, "You’re reporting to school tomorrow morning."
Trista wrinkled her small nose. "Can you take me to school tomorrow, Dad?"
"I might not have time," Archer replied.
"Okay." Trista’s eyes rolled, and she said happily, "Then I’ll call Camille later and ask her to take me to school."
Before Archer could speak, his phone rang. Moira's voice came through the receiver: "I sensed that you’ve returned to the pack. By the way, I haven't seen Trista in a long time. Bring her and Melanie over for dinner tonight."
"Got it," Archer agreed.
Moira asked again, "Where is Melanie? Let me talk to her for a minute."
"She’s not here."
"Why would she not be there at this time?"
"She probably went back to the Red Rose Pack."
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