Before dawn broke, painting the eastern horizon in glorious pink strokes, Dixon and Lucy whisked Liam and Rafal off to find Ezra at The Clandest Inn in the City of Light. Then, immediately upon their return to the compound, the caravan set out.
Jerrett and Velia were amongst those in the lead. Nina’s sister, Erin, rode in the wagon designated for their family, to watch their four boys, Aden, Drew, Jedrek, and Carlow. The eldest was eight years of age, the youngest, just under a year.
Marshall rode at Jerrett’s other side. “Where’s Bane?” he asked.
Jerrett laughed. “I was going to have him ride with Erin and the little ones, but he’d have none of it. He’s roaming around somewhere.”
“You sure that’s safe?”
“Ahhh, I’m not concerned with Bane. He’s a good one.”
“For a wolf,” Velia offered, chuckling. She looked at Jerrett, shaking her head. “I still can’t believe you thought he was a dog.”
“Well,” he responded, in mock surprise, “how was I to know?”
“You might have looked at him a bit more closely,” she teased.
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