Morgan
After my little chat Cameron, I went up to Xander’s office. I needed to find out if we could end my leave early and if I would even be welcome in the packhouse. I never asked, but because I was no longer ranked, maybe I’d have to live in the village. I figured I should get this straight before I got too comfortable. I got to his door and knocked, then waited for him to let me know I could come in.
“I’m not used to that, at all. Your guy never knocks and waits. I don’t think he knows how a closed-door works,” he stood to his feet and said.
“My guy? As of fifteen minutes ago, my guy is a four-year-old wolf who has somehow sweet-talked me into making him a triple layer chocolate cake. It was impressive.”
Xander gave me a tight hug and chuckled.
“You’ve met C
