“Mom, I’m home!” I called quietly to not wake anyone up if they were still sleeping as I came in through the front door after slipping back on my clothes. I let Rhea run home and she carried my clothes back in her mouth.
“Kitchen!” I heard my dad’s voice boom from the kitchen.
It's followed by a curse word and him muttering something to my little brother. Quinton laughs hysterically, then runs out of the kitchen, past me as I'm walking through the living room and up the stairs. I chuckled and shook my head. Dad and my brother have been having an epic battle of wills since he got his wolf.
“You little s**t!” Dad growled, wiping his butt with a dish towel as he walked out to chase my brother. He pecks my head on the way, muttering a “Hi, princess,” then runs up the stairs, whipped cream
