Chapter Fifteen
Emerald's Point Of View
Something about this pack settled me immediately.
The nature, the air, the quality of the ground beneath my feet as I walked through the territory with Lyra on my hip and the rogue alpha king's footsteps somewhere behind me carrying my bags with the specific energy of a man who was annoyed by everything about the situation and was doing it anyway.
I had been here for just over a week now.
The pack had been in various states of organised chaos for most of it. Funerals and mourning and then the sharp joy of a kidn*pped girl returned safely, the celebration muted by the grief of the families who had lost people in the attack. I had kept Lyra close and kept myself mostly to the room I had been given on the first floor of the pack house, the specific
