Kristen
Life in the pack house was like nothing I had ever imagined. In my earliest memories, it was just me and my mother in a small apartment. After my mother died, it was me and my aunt in a modest two-bedroom house. And then after I married Kevin, it was the three of us (although not really, for most of my marriage, it was just me and Joy.) I’d never really had the experience of a large extended family. And that’s what the pack seemed like to me. A large group of people who all seemed to know one another, who bumped into each other, talked a lot, were sometimes loud and rowdy, but always with a smile and a laugh. Most of the werewolves I met regarded me with friendly curiosity and a respectful distance. I was “the Alpha’s mate” and the “future Luna.” (Even though I hadn’t accepted th
