Chapter 308: The Council of Uninvited Matchmakers and The Supposed Wedding
Daniel's hand was heavy on Orion's shoulder, Caspian's grip firm on the other side as the two old men marched him across the pack like he was some troublesome recruit being hauled to discipline. Orion didn't fight it — it would only prolong their collective satisfaction. Best to let them get whatever this was out of their systems.
Daniel's home stood at the far end of the northern quadrant of the Nightshade pack, built from the same brick that lined most of the houses here. It had an old, seasoned feel, like the house itself exhaled memories through the mortar.
Daniel pushed the door open with the ease of a man entering his own past.
