Settling into our little corner of Blue Mountain is not as easy as I thought it would be.
For one, Caine refuses to leave.
For two, having three more burly Lycans in Lyre's camper has stretched its occupancy to max limit.
For three, every time I look out the damn window there's at least five Blue Mountain shifters staring at us.
Considering how little traffic this place gets, it's very clear they're here to snoop. Which means my whole don't let people know you're my mate plan is going fucking swimmingly, on top of being incredibly worried the children will be mistreated by the assholes outside.
Funny—when I left here, I was still feeling guilty and terrible over all the deaths the Lycan King brought here.
Now I'm feeling like it wasn't enough.
Strange how perspective changes things, though I'm more than a little worried my humanity's going astray.
