August
Making breakfast was not something August was particularly good at. Cooking in general was not his forte, but since he couldn’t go back to sleep after he woke up at 5:00 in the morning, he decided to get up around 6:00 and go to the kitchen to make breakfast for Mercy.
He’d laid awake for much of the night, thinking about what Rider had told him and the discussion he’d had with his mom. He knew that she was right, that he shouldn’t tell Mercy what he’d found out. But at the same time, he hated keeping information from her, too. If he was in her position, wouldn’t he want to know what his real name was?
He wanted to say yes to that, but then, he’d never been in a situation where he’d been abused by an entire pack of people, possibly two packs, and then had to run for his life. So
