hen the tryouts were over, and Jackson and I assigned the new Gammas and Deltas, I could finally go back home. We had a meeting in an hour, and I had some work that had to be done before.
I was working behind the computer when the scent of mud and grass filled my nostrils. I scrunched my nose, trying to get the scent out. I still needed to get used to the idea of others in the packhouse.
“They are family,” Nyx said with a huff.
“That is an improvement,” I said. Finally, she didn’t see them as her… playthings.
I was checking all the books and noticed that the Acacia pack, Freya’s old pack, was still not generating any income. I had placed some of my pack members there hoping they could turn it around. The old stone pack, Jackson’s old pack, was thriving.
“Luna, are you ready for the me
