Poppy’s P.O.V
The days patrol turned up absolutely nothing that could be used. There were no one that matched Ashton’s father who we came across. And most of the forest was peaceful and quiet throughout the day. Though the patrol was empty handed, I was exhausted by the time we returned to the large Victorian home. The sun was lowering over the hills as I stepped foot into the mansion. Noir was close behind me, breaking off to find some food while I searched for Ashton to give him results from today.
I found Ashton in the second story bathroom. He had a small sewing kit resting on the counter as he was washing out a large gash on his arm.
“How did it go?” I asked him, his focus moving from the gash on his arm to me. He looked up, a smirk spreading across his face as he pressed a towel t
