Ace
When his body finally fit through the gap, he bolted out, leaping down the steps that led to the gravel driveway, and pouncing on a stunning woman at the base of the stairs.
She crouched, blonde hair catching and holding the moonlight, and cooed at Slash while carding her fingers through his glossy fur.
Jericho was out the door first, Quinn and I following with Gunnar and Ace on our respective flanks. We walked as a unit, as a family.
The woman noticed Jericho and a beaming, almost blinding smile split her lips in two. She stood once more and ran the distance between them, leaping onto him until her arms were coiled around his neck and her legs around his torso.