Sunny
Foxfire fills my mug with chamomile tea. Behind her, Tank takes up all the available space in the kitchen, leaning against the cabinets. His big form is so like Titus’, it hurts to look in his direction.
“So you just left?” my daughter asks softly. She’s calm but her colorful aura pulses with alarm. It’s not everyday I surprise her on her doorstep and burst into tears.
“Yes.” I wipe my eyes. “I didn’t want to stay where I wasn’t wanted. Given the choice between me and his pack, who is he going to choose?” I try to scoff. The bite on my shoulder throbs and I rub it with my palm. The pain radiates through my arm. “Do you have any arnica?” I tug on my collar.
Foxfire sucks in a breath, grabs my shirt and stares at the enormous hickey. “What the hell? Did Titus do this?”
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