Joe couldn’t sleep. He lay still, blinking up at the dark ceiling. The house was quiet, the faint hum of the heater the only sound drifting through the room.
Beside him, Abby slept curled on her side, one hand tucked under her cheek. Her breathing was slow and steady, the soft rise and fall of her back barely visible beneath the blankets.
Joe rubbed a hand over his face. He wasn’t tired. He had slept most of the afternoon after they came home from visiting Lucas and Celia, and now his body refused to settle. A restless energy prickled beneath his skin.
Archer shifted uneasily in the back of his mind.
Yeah, I know, Joe muttered wearily to his wolf. Archer had always been somewhat restless, requiring more runs than most wolves, but it was worse now.
Archer was only behaving because of A
