Homer took the stairs to his house two at a time. If Camille wanted to do what he planned, he’d finally get to see her shift and get to know her wolf who had waited so patiently for a long time.His timing looked to be correct. Camille sat in the living room with Paige snoozing on her shoulder.“Hey.” He could hear the surprise in her voice. “What are you doing back at this time of day?”Thinking routine would be a really excellent way to deal with the occasional bouts of need he had for the dragon drug, he fell into a work rotation which would usually have him hours away from getting home in the middle of the afternoon. Their borders needed protection and he was happy to help see to their safety.His sheer lack of thinking caused them all enough pain. No one would be getting kidnapped on his watch again. His wolf pushed against him, agreeing with the sentiment. He’d be always be grateful for his other half’s help in getting him as close to fixed as he ever would be. But when he thought about what he’d almost missed, his heart clenched.“I asked off.”
