Mist’s POV
Sunlight streams warmly through the cracks in the curtains, challenging the remnants of last night's thrilling escapades. Stella is having post-lunch dreams, her face as peaceful as a little angel.
After checking on her, I am ready for some kitchen chaos, when suddenly, the communicator blares, shattering the peace.
Autumn picks up, and her face screams drama.
"What's happening?" I mime, already predicting what is going to happen.
"The school called! They need Charles or Dr. Selena on the line! Alex fought someone at school!" Autumn exclaims, like she's announcing a broken royal vase.
Alex? My heart does a flip.
"I'm so sorry, dear teacher, but Alex's father is busy ruling the pack—or defending the border, same thing—and won't be back until evening. His aunt? No, she's of
