Evgeniya
I clambered out of my window and wrapped my father in a hug. After 23 years of stolen time, and barely having him back for two days, I needed to leave him. And in a pack he clearly held no trust of or liked, no less.
My mouth worked, trying to find the right words and failing.
“I know,” he grasped my shoulders and looked me square in the eye. “Astennu has told me.”
I glanced around him to see my sweet goober, trying his absolute best to be cool and unaffected by his rut, and not listen in on the conversation with my father.
Evva snorted in raucous laughter, ‘he’s like a little pup trying to hide how much he wants to play with a new toy.’ Despite her amusement, she licked her lips as eager to play as I was.
Behind me, Lucy climbed out, following after, closing the window be
