Chapter 64 Soft Places To Fall

• ‎The Red Crow manor had quieted for the night, but the Alpha’s quarters were alive with the low hum of bickering, laughter, and the occasional grunt as someone tried to reach for something beyond their current level of flexibility.
• ‎“Why are you standing on a chair?” Mason’s voice rang from the doorway, alarmed.
• ‎Rosy froze mid-reach, balanced on a chair, one hand gripping the top of the wardrobe and the other holding a baby blanket. “Because someone put the softest one up here.”