Sofia
My babies are fast asleep as Malcolm and I strap them into the seats on the plane. They are a week old, and we are heading back to the werewolf kingdom. A crisis is unfolding as my aunt is escalating her killing of alphas and other supernatural leaders. The killings are all being blamed on me, and multiple packs have threatened to leave the kingdom.
I sit on a seat across from the babies and stare at them. Damon is growing little tufts of black hair, while Yvaine has no hair on her head. They both have blue eyes, but I was told that could change.
Malcolm enters the plane and sits beside me. He looks good dressed in a suit with his blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. He keeps messing with the suit and groaning, “I hate wearing this.”
“You look hot, though,” I smile and lean over
