"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-Anton Chekov
POV: Noah
"Good morning all." Jonah sits at the breakfast table with us. I groan at his response. He's real chipper this morning. Why wouldn't he be though. He got to sleep in the same bed as our mate. As soon as I got home I went right to Stella and found them together cuddled up.
I, on the other hand, am not in a great mood. Monica got one over on me yesterday. I won't let it happen again. She's in the cells with several guards around her cell. I'm not risking anything. I don't trust Mom not to try something.
"Seriously, you should not be in that good of a mood. You woke up late and we have a meeting so hurry up and eat." Ryder tells Jonah. "Stella, that includes you. We have a lot to do
