BREELYNN’S POV
After a fantastic dinner, Marco instructed the males, except Bex and Maverick, to shift and sleep outside in their wolf forms. Worried that they would be upset about being displaced for the evening, Carmela and I whipped up several batches of brownies.
Marco’s pack members and the recently freed Omega’s seemed to have gravitated to the wrap-around deck, and before I even realized it, the mood had lifted into one of ease and familiarity. They were no longer captives and captors but a friendly group of acquaintances getting to know each other.
Sitting slightly apart from the group, I relax into the Adirondack chair sipping homemade lemonade from a red solo cup. Watching Marco move from one grouping to the next is fascinating. It’s how he interacts with the male wolves, lett
