Stepping through the door, Nadia came forward to help me with my bag, a small smile curling on her lips. “How was it?” she asked once the bag was in her hands. Her excitement was evident in her question; she could not hide it I remember her words clearly; she would stop at nothing to make me talk. I had so much fun with the kids, but today wasn't the day for that story—not right now.
“How about I tell you when I’m back from work tomorrow? It’ll be the perfect time after dinner,” I suggested, tilting my head in hopes that she wouldn’t object.
Rina had been quiet. I was hoping she would intervene when I reached the pack, but she remained silent. Even when I tried to communicate with her during the encounter with the beast, she left me to handle it alone. I had thought she liked him and ha
