Caius was a walking disaster. The boy somehow managed to collect bruises faster than the pack's medicinal department could treat them. And Lucien...
I smiled.
Lucien had mastered the art of pretending to be innocent. Whenever trouble occurred, he somehow looked like the victim despite usually being involved.
A glance at the clock on my desk made me blink.
A glance at the clock on my desk made me blink. School was over. I had promised the children that I would pick them up today. Immediately, I pushed away from my desk and stood. The stack of reports waiting for my signature could survive another hour.
My children would not forgive me if I were late. After grabbing my coat, I left the office and headed outside.
The afternoon sun hung high above the pack, casting a warm glow over the n
