Chapter 16

Devon’s POV

The house was too quiet without Mom. The kind of quiet that made my stomach feel funny, like when I ate too much candy and got caught. Diana was lying on her bed, staring at the ceiling with her “thinking face,” the one where her nose scrunched up like she smelled something bad.

“I can’t sleep,” I whispered, even though I did not have to.

“I know,” Diana said, rolling over to look at me. “Me neither. It is because Mommy’s not here. She always kisses our foreheads before we sleep. It’s magic or something.”

I nodded, hugging Mr. Snuffles, my stuffed wolf, closer. “Maybe she is fighting bad guys again.”

“Or maybe she’s with him,” Diana said, her voice all huffy, likely jealous of the attention.

I knew who she meant. Killian. The big, funny Alpha who kept looking at Mom like she was chocolate cake. I like him so much, he was like a Daddy to us.

“Let’s go find her,” I said suddenly, sitting up in bed.

Diana blinked at me. “How?”

“We will drive,” I said, puffing up my chest. “I