Willow's POV

Morning sunlight poured through the cracks in the curtains as we huddled around Kingston’s workbench. He was bent over another phone, fingers deftly working at its insides. Every few seconds, he muttered something under his breath, curses or prayers, I wasn’t sure which.

The triplets hovered nearby, pacing back and forth like caged animals. Axel and Asher argued quietly over whether Ruby’s pack could be trusted to arrive on time. Aiden leaned against the wall, arms ...