Chapter 276 Full Speed

• Grace
• My heels clicked onto the porch, and the echoes vanished into the hushed quiet of the house. The day had been a whirlwind. It felt like I'd talked to every member of the pack and sifted through years of paperwork, yet I still didn't feel like I'd gotten anywhere. I was exhausted. And beneath it all, a gnawing concern that clawed at my gut.
• I hadn't heard from Charles since we'd called him about the photo. I sighed as I crossed the threshold; the familiar warmth of the manor, scented of spices and old wood, enveloped me. My shoulders slumped, tension easing from my knotted muscles. I was home, at least. I could smell Eason, my kids, and Margaret inside.