Kristen
Going back to the packhouse every weekend was beginning to feel strangely like going home. It was a blissful retreat after a busy and hectic work week. Something inside me seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when we crossed the invisible boundary onto pack lands.
I suppose it was my wolf, relieved to be back in the woods, back in the pack, even if that pack hadn’t entirely embraced us yet.
Although Ezra had ousted Garrick and dealt with the families that had supported his planned insurrection, there was still some unease in the pack; some grumbling that Ezra had turned on his own kind to defend a hybrid.
But the grumblers were a minority. Most of the pack had welcomed me in, regardless of my bloodlines, simply because I was Ezra’s true mate, something that was apparently a rare
