Eric, the child who'd been taken by the Southern Pack, was returned to his family safe and sound. They couldn't be more grateful.
But what that also meant was that the families of the three other children nearly lost it; thinking it was too late for their kids. Since Lucian was ordered to take it easy because of his stab wound, Laia had to be the one to explain that the children were not dead, and the Southern Pack would not kill the children unless the Northern Pack disobeyed them.
Lucian had been allowed to sleep in his own house for the night. The next morning, Jones had lightly knocked on their front door. "Hey, this a bad time?"
The sun was barely up. "No. Although you're lucky I'm already awake."
Jones closed the door behind him, smirking. "Since when did you sleep?"
"Touché." L
