Before he had become Alpha of the Shadow Seekers, Stefan had promised that he would take Chaplain of the Crusaders into the South of Sacramento, and speak with him of the Storm Lords. It was a promise he had chosen to keep, even with the pressure of his new duties on his shoulders. He might be an Alpha now, but he had sworn, and a brief sortie into the Spirit Wilds was not the most risk he could take.
And with how few Storm Lords there were in Sacramento, it was worth also ensuring that their legacy didn't fail here.
With Luna's pregnant, Glorious face beaming down on him, he waited at the Tur. It would be a hard hike down past the airport, but it would be worth it. No Storm Lord shied from hard work.
It was a good night.