Return to the Treehouse

"Okay, I hear you. Yes, we should be able to go get our stuff and not be worried. But I'm going to call on some of our friends to see if they are available to meet us," Greta said. "Is that okay?"

"Of course," August smiled.

Greta and Sam had brought the Jeep back when they left to get supplies from their house the first time. At that point, August was unconscious and Graeme was watching over her. They were shocked to return and find the opposite to be true. Greta chuckled now remembering it.

"What's so funny?" August looked over at her from the passenger's side.

"Just thinking about how Sam and I came back to find you awake like nothing had happened and Graeme passed out like sleeping beauty on the bed next to you," she laughed.

"He was so peaceful, wasn't he?" August laughed along with her.

"You know, we talk about how his mate mark has helped you with the accelerated healing and everything, but I think your mark has done just as much for him," Greta said thoughtfully.