Eventually, though, he managed to drag Enoch up the stairs, the latter's head hitting quite a few things in the process.
If he could have, he would've used a spell, but apart from the offensive ones he'd copied from the witch, he didn't know how to do much, and he hadn't had the time to read through the information he'd received from his pack.
After tucking Enoch into bed, he closed the door, then headed back downstairs and collapsed onto his sofa of predilection.
With a groan, he forced himself back up, reopening the living room windows and allowing fresh air to stream in, before returning and lying back down.
There was a lot on his mind, far more questions than answers, but he also now had much more free time than he knew what to do with.
Ayah was at work, and Enoch would most likely remain in slumber until noon at best, and the next day at worst.
