It would have been a relatively easy day if Cerberus hadn’t been hurt a week prior. His paws were still healing, which left Terrence with only Persephone, who was still in training. Her tracking skills were not honed yet, and finding the two escaped convicts had proved to be a lot harder than jobs of a similar caliber usually were. Terrence was ready to go to bed, and with any luck, his daughters would already be in bed too. He wasn’t sure if he could handle the energy.
After putting Persephone away and checking on Cerberus, he walked back to the front of his home and unlocked and opened the door. Coming through the doorway into the house, he was greeted with the familiar high pitched squealing of his middle child, Abigail. She practically catapulted off of her chair at the dining room table and sprinted towards him, nearly knocking over Amelia, the eldest and the quietest, in the process. Hardly fazed, she followed her more boisterous sister sile