*Calvin*
I gently lay Dorothy’s head back against the headrest and climb out of the car, careful not to wake her.
“Back so soon,” Rob jokes with me, but I just shake my head. “Come on, let’s get back to the packhouse.”
I nod, grab my bag, and toss it into the SUV before gently lifting Dorothy from the car. She doesn’t stir.
“Is she wearing your clothes?” he asks, and I nod, not wanting to make any sound. “Lay her across the back.”
Rob opens the door, and somehow, I get her into the SUV without waking her.
“She’s out,” he says.
I nod. “She said she hasn’t felt safe in a long time.”
He smiles sadly. That’s the thing I’ve learned about Rob. He makes a lot of jokes, but when push comes to shove, he cares deeply about his pack and will do anything to protect it.
“The Luna told
