“You’re staring again.”
I glanced sideways.
Lexi leaned against the porch railing beside me, wrapped in a thick scarf.
“Am not.”
“You totally are,” she said with a grin.
Her dark curls were tucked beneath a knitted hat, but the excitement in her expression was impossible to hide.
“You’re the one who should be staring,” I said.
“You’re the one whose brother is coming home.”
Lexi made a face.
“That’s not the one I’m worried about.”
I snorted.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Am I?”
Her gaze drifted toward the center of the courtyard.
Michelle Everly stood near the pack house steps directing a group of wolves hanging decorations along the balcony.
Even from across the courtyard she looked perfectly composed. Her pale coat contrasted sharply against the snow, and her blonde hair fell neatl
