Ren sat beside Beth, all of their responsibility could wait. They both needed a break.
His friend next to him had his legs dangling over the side of the balcony through the widely spaced railings, and Ren followed suit, swinging his feet in the rising wind. Boot laces twirled in the twisting wind, and the smell of wet, fresh grass filled the air.
The pack was growing darker, black clouds milling overhead while a chilling wind barreled through the valleys and glens where the cabins were nestled.
Shifters in varied forms were hurrying about, some lugging in bags of supplies to the Main Pack's House, while the other wolves were standing sentry in their black tactical gear, armed to the teeth.
The traitorous Claire was under guard in one of the smaller rooms, two warrior betas making su
