Days passed, and the nights grew longer and colder. The people who worked with Alexander had started rotating, keeping the primary team's higher-ups here while others worked in the cells, disassembling them. I'd kept out of their business or tried to for the most part. Every day around Alexander became a little easier to accept him and the changes he'd brought with him.
I hadn't forgiven him or the pack, but I'd settled into a routine and had begun overseeing duties again for the pack on a smaller scale. Today the team was all here, and I'd sent in whiskey and snacks to keep them going throughout the meeting in the main hall.
Settling onto the sofa in the library, I watched Mateo reading one of the comic books, laughing boyishly, and sending warmth rushing through me. The fire had been l
