Pops and I went back to the single three-bedroom cottage all of us were given, where everyone we brought with us was staying. It was a bit crowded, but the majority of us were used to it, and Sigurd spent the last year in a prison cell so he didn't mind. The only one complaining was Ina, but she was Ink's problem, not mine.
However, it was refreshing seeing them together. My brother finally gave into the mate bond and he followed this tiny human with a big mouth everywhere. I hoped it would go that way, and I wish I would have trusted in my own fate before things went south, literally. Who knows, maybe if I wouldn't freak out and fled from the only place I ever called home, Blaise and I would be a happy family by now.
Instead I'm here, in my Eastern hideout, trying to make amends for my
