If there is one thing I have learned about raising beast-kins, it is that you cannot keep a wild creature locked inside a house. Even if that house is a massive, luxurious cliffside manor with an ocean view.
It had been two days since Lucien rescued Juni from the poacher's cave. Cassian, in his infinite medical wisdom, had placed the Duck-kin mother on strict bed rest. He had wrapped her knee, prescribed four different herbal teas, and absolutely forbidden her from flying until her bruised wing muscles were fully healed.
Juni was handling the confinement exactly the way you would expect a fierce, independent bird-warrior to handle it.
She was going absolutely stir-crazy.
"If I have to sit on this velvet sofa for one more hour, I am going to scream," Juni muttered, pacing back and forth across the living room rug. Her beautiful, silver-tipped wings were drooping slightly, twitching with restless energy.
