Malrik
I’d barely walked into the common area when Osman and two other pack members strolled in with glossy pamphlets and smug grins. “Cruise raffle,” Osman announced, holding up a stack of blue-tinted tickets like he was offering salvation. “All proceeds go toward the hospital’s children’s wing.”
Of course, they did. They knew I couldn’t say no to that. Not when three of our best doctors- pack-born and fiercely loyal, worked shifts at that very wing. They’d delivered pups, stitched up our warriors, and cared for humans and wolves alike without ever asking for more. Supporting them wasn’t about charity, it was about loyalty. Family. And they knew I’d do it without blinking.
A cruise. [Suddenly, everybody is into cruises.] Raven stirred instantly.
The last time I’d heard that word,
