The firewood crackled softly, and the rich scent of stew filled the kitchen as Luke stepped inside. He found his mother moving briskly between the stove and the table, preparing lunch for everyone.
It was unusual for the whole family to be home at this hour, especially Lex and Luke.
Since no one had eaten breakfast that morning, she had decided to cook lunch early.
Without warning, a pair of familiar arms slipped around her neck, gently pulling her away from the flames.
Monica smiled faintly. "You are back. What is the situation at the chief's place?"
Luke let out a slow breath. "Mom… I am going to guard that place tonight."
Her body stiffened instantly.
She waved the hand fan once more to tame the fire, then turned to face him.
Her eyes widened. "You are not serious, are you?"
"I am, Mom. I am going tonight. But do not worry, I will not leave you unguarded either."
