What are you waiting for?

When he and Lucette had been taken, Beauregard had been shaken. His faith that he might return to the pack that had given his family refuge and see them again had been shaken. First he failed them as a leader, father, and mate, and then… But no, that hadn’t mattered in the end. Help had come. Lucette’s mate had been given their location and arrived like a bat out of hell to free them. And once his own cage door had been released, broken leg be damned, Beauregard rushed to aid him. The others fleeing were of no consequence. Beauregard helped ensure their freedom, though he’d be lying if he said Bae-Syl and his companion did most of the legwork there.

Their travel from the north had been grueling. Both he and Bae-Syl’s companion had a broken leg and Bae had been torn up pretty badly. Lucette fused over them all, especially after the limited supplies of herbs that the slaves had were gone. Temporary bandages of torn blankets had been made, as well as slings for himself and the dog. Beauregard wanted to see his family again, but exhaustion threatened to overwhelm him. The only thing keeping him awake at this moment was momentum. He’d be crashing the moment they were able to rest.

Bae-Syl had led them to the den he and Lucy shared, and at the offer to lay on the furs Beauregard gave a grateful nod to the man. He unceremoniously flopped down and closed his eyes, quickly drifting to sleep. He was going to need to speak with whomever was in charge later once he had some rest…

"Speech," 'Thought.'