They had heard of the farm in eastern Finland. A place for shifters, a safe haven where you were welcome as long as you “came in peace” and would help out with the farm work. It sounded as good as any other idea they had and could afford.
It was surprisingly easy to pack their belongings into their van and leave Russia for good. Sometimes Sean had asked Zoya if she missed it, her home country. She had laughed and assured him she didn’t. She was an orphan, raised by her aunt’s family, and she wasn’t really close to any of her family in Russia. They were alone together, Sean, Zoya, and little Jude, who was four years old when they got to Mikael’s farm.
At first they’d lived in the “old house” with Mikael and whatever shifter would come by. When some of them stayed every now and then, and Zoya began to hint that she wanted more kids, Mikael had just grinned. The new house was built the next year, just in time for June’s naming ceremony