My aunt must have heard through the pack link that I have a flower crown on my head because she meets me by the steps, cell phone in hand, and quickly snaps a picture.
“You look quite dapper,” she says playfully, eyes full of laughter.
[Thanks. Think you can take it off for me so I can shift?] I reply, stepping closer to my aunt and allowing her to remove my flower crown. I shake my fur out, happy to know I brought my little gift to the packhouse safely, when howls ring through the air.
With eyes widening, I open the link to all the warriors and demand to know what’s happening.
[Some wolves snuck into the borders. They’re heading towards the packhouse,] Ryder responds through the link. Aunt Maya must have heard it, too, as she carefully handed my flower crown to an omega, telling her t
