James' POV
Gray was scratching as he woke me up. He could hear the pups moving around in their bedrooms. He hated that he had to leave them so often, and honestly so did I. Our pack had grown so much over the past 3 years, but we missed our family. I looked down at Brea. She was exhausted and I could feel exactly how hard it had been since I left. Even with all the help she was getting from the rest of the pack, the quints relied on her, especially Salvatore.
Even though he was the trickiest one of our six, he was a Momma’s boy. He had only recently started sleeping in his room without Brea. Reese, though the oldest, had gone through boughts of jealousy throughout the past three years and Brea decided to make time every day to spend with the kids one on one. On top of her Luna duties an
