“Goddammit!”

Andre pinched his lips to contain his giggle as he watched Rafe squint angrily at the bark of a tree.

“Who was that?” Caster’s voice piped up from the cellphone speaker.

“Sorry. That was Rafe. He’s just doing some pre-dinner workout.”

Which he had been doing for the last three hours. Andre had woken up from a dreamless nap to ireful growling. At first, he panicked that it was a Graybite wolf who had come to collect on behalf of Renkin, who had changed his mind. It was a relief and quite humorous to find his only friend having an intense staring contest with a camphor tree on the outside of a wooded area that sat in the corner of Outville Piers. He decided to stay and be the great cheerleader he promised to be.

A few days after the visit to Ironward, Toby had hooked them both up with phones for leisure calls and emergencies that required attention outside of the academy. Andre was eternally grateful that Beau’s mate somehow got to connect with Jan and the others back home