Amie
The breakfast was served later the day after the full moon. Everyone needed a sleep-in, and I didn’t object. The conversation around the table when we did sit down to eat was focused on me and my shift. Everyone wanted to know how it felt and tell me I had looked fierce. It was a little embarrassing, but I did my best to listen to them. When we were done, Finlay asked me if I was ready for our talk. I didn’t see the point of postponing it; I had decided the night before.
“Let’s head for my office in my house. It will give us some privacy,” he said, casting a meaningful look at the rest of the people around the table. They all looked like they had no idea what he was talking about. Finlay’s house was next to the pack house. It was a good size two-story house with dark shingles and st
