Kali
“Jules? Macy? Kali, here. Reporting for duty. I know there’s a sign-up sheet, but I had some time on my hands and thought I’d use it to get my hands dirty.” The odd wet heat of the greenhouse blasted in my face, and I sighed. “Okay, I admit that I also migrated toward the heat. I hope that doesn’t count against me.”
“We all do it. Otherwise, I don’t think there would be many volunteers.”
An older woman walked toward down the aisle with a watering can in her hand. She had a familiar face, but if I’d met her before, I couldn’t remember it. “That’s good to know,” I said. “I’m Kali.”
The woman chuckled. “Your scent gives you away, my dear. That and the rampant rumors in the pack. My name is Maria.”
“That would be my sister.” A disheveled wolf walked toward me from the other side and
