Carmella pulled her truck into her driveway. It felt as if they had been gone for a million years, but they had only been gone twelve hours.

Bilal pulled his truck in beside hers and got out, his wolf leaping out after him. He opened the passenger door, extended his tentacles, and extricated a soundly sleeping Raj from Carmella's grasp.

"Thanks," Carmella whispered. "He's a chunk." She stretched and stared at her farmhouse. She knew it wasn't only her home. It was ...