Forgetful

After work, Lara collected her things and went home. Nate said he would bring the twins to her in the evening, so she could focus on what she needed to do and also use that time for herself.

Without anyone around, she had time to relax.

She hadn't even realised how much three wolves - four if she counted Samantha - could drain her of every trace of vitality. Oh, it had actually been one wolf who did most of the work. The other three were entertaining each other in the garden.

Still, she was even more tired than after a usual night of the full moon. At least, that afternoon was all for herself.

She had enough time to relax a little and, maybe, sleep an hour.

Unless the kids forced Nate to bring them back early. It had happened in the past, after all. They didn't like being apart from their mommy for too long, and it wasn't such a rare occurrence for them to whine until they got what they wanted.