Henry

The women hug for a long time.

While they do, I walk over to Quirin. “Don’t growl at my mate.”

“Don’t growl at me,” he says. “She underestimated me once before. I don’t appreciate her doing it again.”

When they finally release each other, both wiping their eyes again, I pull out my phone. I find Wendy’s number and open my arm when Piper turns back to us. She walks into my embrace, and I wrap my arm around her as I call Wendy, putting the call on speaker.

“Henry? Is ...