THALIA
The rain was definitely kinder today than yesterday, but the soft rumble of thunder was enough to send Reagan burying himself against my side. We were in the living room with Earl, who was busy writing something. Rael was in the kitchen, busy prepping for dinner later. I volunteered to help, but Rael told me to stay with Reagan.
I tried to distract myself from the uneasiness I felt from what Rael told me about the warning signs other nomadic werewolves kept leaving for him. We didn’t even know if it was just one person or a group of nomadic wolves because they hadn’t been leaving any trace, either.
Reagan pressed his face into my shoulder, small hands gripping the fabric of my shirt.
He wasn’t shaking, not like a terrified child would, but he was quietly holding on.
Rael was
