Back at the packhouse Zoey was pacing around, waiting for her alpha and Luna’s return. She was doing her best to hide her worry, Angie had lost her marbles, if she had ever had them. the delusional female, didn’t know when to call it quits. How can she be so entitled! Did she truly believe the world revolved around her? Zoey couldn’t phantom how Angie’s mind worked, but she would bet anything it had something to do with her upbringing, seeing how her grandfather Harold had been. She shook her head in disgust, the lone wolf dies, the pack survives. It was basic knowledge and yet, it seemed to be lost on the Willowbye Mays. Again, Zoey paused in her pacing, she stood dead still and focused on listening to the forest. The night was almost over, the forest was still quiet. She knew they were o
