I let out a growl when the pen that I have been abusing is stolen from me. I look up to see Cahir staring at me. I let out another growl, but all he does is raise one of his busy fucking eyebrows at me. I refrain from hitting him, but just barely. This fucker is lucky he is my best friend. I growl at him, but all he does is smirk at me. The urge to hit him has increased.“Give me my pen back.” I grumble. “Not until you promise to stop the fucking clicking. Why the fuck are you so stressed. Your weird OCD only surfaces when you're stressed.” Cahir points out.“It’s been a week and nothing. Zho died three days ago, and we have not seen Rohnan or his demon father. Ghazzi, well, we haven’t found him alive or dead. Kynessie and I had an ultrasound this morning, and Sam thinks she will have our pup sooner than initially thought. He’s giving her another month, maybe sooner. The rogues are still lurking around the border of our territory, and we still haven't figured out who t