Zoe POV

The border crossing happens faster than I expect.

Jack stands there at the checkpoint, staring at my ID like it might bite him. His face goes through several shades of pale before settling on something that looks like shame.

"Welcome back to Westmount Howl," he mumbles, practically tripping over himself to step aside. "P...please."

The word sounds foreign in his mouth. Like he is not used to basic courtesy.

'Good,' Freya hisses in the back of my ...