Lara’s POV
The next morning arrived. I stood on the wide front steps of the pack house at 6:50 a.m., the cool air brushing against my skin as I watched the driveway. My arms were crossed tightly over my chest, more to hold myself together than to ward off the chill.
The quadruplets stood behind me in their neat Frost Fang Academy uniforms, shifting with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
At exactly 7:00, his black SUV rolled slowly up the driveway and came to a stop.
Matteo stepped out first. Then he opened the passenger door and helped a small girl out — Rose. She clung to his hand, looking nervous but curious, with dark curly hair and shy eyes. She was wearing the academy uniform too.
Matteo looked… painfully trying. His hair was neatly combed, he wore a crisp button-down shir
