#Chapter 156.Back Home

Charles The night air had a chill as George and I exited the jet and got into the car, headed back to the Mooncrest pack house. It was late enough. I knew Cecil would be in bed. There was a chance Grace would be too. I sighed, rubbing my clean-shaven face with a sigh. "Missing your beard already?" George asked. "Something like that," I sighed. "Mostly just missing some peace. Would it be too much to ask to get a lull?" He snorted. "With your plan? You'll be lucky to catch a bit of sleep." He was probably right. The journey from the Werewolf State's Capital had been a calm one, even as George and I fleshed out the rest of this plan and made calls to get all the information I could manage. It was unsettling to be plotting against Grace and Astarte for both of their sakes, but Mooncrest's fate hung in the balance, and it wouldn't be the first time I had to plot to get someone out of their own way. Still, the weight of the impending challenges pressed on my mind. I'd have to tell Gr