Becca
I came downstairs in the morning to find my father passed out in the living room chair, snoring loudly with an empty bottle of shifter alcohol beside him. I covered him with a blanket and went to the kitchen for coffee. I made myself a cup and headed out onto the patio to call Elle. I texted her last night, but she didn’t respond.
“Hey, Becky!” she answered brightly. It was six am, and I was not even that cheerful this early.
“Hey, Elle,” I said. “Did you get my text last night?”
“Yeah, we are on our way; we will be there in about thirty,” she said.
“Oh!” I gasped and looked down at my pajamas. “Okay, I just woke up. My dad is asleep in the living room, and Ludo was still asleep when I came down.”
“Wake him up then; we are gonna stop and grab some breakfas
