Delegating Tasks
I found Izzy in the library, reading to several of the pack's youngest children. I smiled, watching as the kids held onto her every word. As I looked around at their little faces, I noticed that Logan Pierce was also there. His hair looked like he had run his fingers through it repeatedly, and his grey-blue eyes were dull. Absently, I wondered what kind of life his father provided him with for Logan to be so distant. In many ways, he reminded me of myself as a child. A tug on my jeans dragged my attention away from Izzy, and I looked down into the bright green eyes of Ember Forrest. The two-year-old wasn’t clingy, but she was absolutely adorable with the way one little hand rubbed her eyes while the other left a greasy imprint on my pant leg. The fresh traces of ketchup on her nightdress
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