Arriving back to my pack filled me with that same sense of relief it always did. Ever since I had lost Gabrielle home was my safe haven. A place I did not like to leave. Leaving home meant I lost the lingering sense of tiny connection that remained between me and my fallen mate. And, being home meant I had my escape. Reasons not to be seen. I was in charge here and could find others to do everything else for me if I needed my space. Here was mine.
‘Where is she staying?’ Hudson asked as we drove along the driveway toward the packhouse. I gave my friend a confused glance, and he motioned with his head toward our guest.
I found myself frowning. Truth be told, I had not given it much thought. I had not intended to ever bring the girl home with us. When I had offered help, I had truly thou
