Ezra
My Luna was taking a long time to come back, but knowing how much she worried about our daughter, she was probably just trying to comfort her. Being the only offspring, Ella was as spoiled as an apple in a barrel. She had been the best thing to happen to us, and we loved her.
Or maybe exhaustion got to her, and she decided to take a rest in our chambers. As I drank some of the strong Scotch that was served to me.
“So, what's the plan?" Atropos asked, curiously. "I will help you stop that pack of mutts."
"I don't know yet. For now, Jareth is staying in that dungeon until I think of something. I know how much damage he has done to your home, and how much your flock has suffered at his hand," I replied, taking another sip of my drink as I saw my mate walk in, a concerned expression
