THE FACILITY WOLFIE had rented out for us was part skating rink, part haunted house...and all fun. We spent all day Saturday gliding down long corridors filled with mirrors and monsters, pausing to scarf down catered sandwiches that gave Celia’s open-house spread a run for its money, then repeating the antics in lupine form.
And as we played, I could feel the pack bond regrowing between the five of us. I hadn’t meant to tie my ex-clan members back to me, had in fact thought the young adults were better off living in Haven. But I didn’t really have a say in the matter. The tendrils of light that connected us into a web of intertwined bodies, minds, and spirits emerged unbidden with every nip-the-tail gag and affectionate shoulder bump. I wasn’t so sure I was becoming the quartet’s alpha ag
