“Are you okay?” Finlay asked. He looked worried.
“I’m fine,” I told him and let my smile slip into place. I was used to hiding the hurt by now. It was my second nature. He looked at me a little longer and then nodded. We had walked through the centre of the village. Everything looked well kept and the pack felt happy and content. As far as I could see, this was a good pack. It had the same vibe as I picked up from Finlay. Relaxed, caring and strong. It showed how much influence an Alpha had on his pack.
“I suggest we head for the communal kitchen and end our tour with a pack dinner,” Finlay suggested.
“Yes please. Medow has kitchen duty and I have been away from her for too long,” Sam exclaimed.
“Newly mated wolves,” his two friends said as one and rolled their eyes. I had to laugh. In
