Chapter ElevenHe wasn’t ready. Six months alone, up in the mountains, and he had to leave her behind. But he trusted Cavus, trusted his Alpha’s instincts. His little room in the bungalow, with its bare shelves, and empty drawers, was his home. Before he joined Cavus’s pack, he had nothing. Now, he at least had hope. He slung his pack over his shoulder, gave the room one last look, and closed the door behind him. List in hand, he left to find Monica.
She wasn’t too hard to find, for a human she worked as hard as any wolf. If it wasn’t overseeing the chef to make sure the staff and guests ate on time, it was on the grounds looking for things to improve, or in the buildings inspecting them for cleanliness. The staff admired her, and they were afraid of her. Johan wasn’t sure why they skirted
