Dane POV
Cursing as they headed through the crisp late afternoon air to Birdcliff where they’d been invited to a business dinner with Azandra’s parents and several merchants who could help the pack, Dane Cresta turned to his immovable mountain of a brother Kyon. “Jiro’s upset.”
Kyon lifted thick black brows. “It has to happen sometimes. More so because he’s Alpha. It still doesn’t come close to your head exploding before lunchtime every day. And keep your voice down when you get home. Lilia needs to sleep. Last night was rough.”
Dane stifled a yawn, sleepless himself.
Stomach pains had awakened Lilia throughout the night, and the minute they eased, she suddenly decided that she needed to make changes to the plans for the new Healing Wing, an expansion of the Healing Room in Cresta House to match what the Wildefell witches and the Crimsontails had. Dane agreed with her that it was high time they improved the facilities, but it could wait till morning.