Brimming with anticipation, Francine felt a surge of optimism that she hadn't experienced in a year. The knowledge that Jacob had such faith in her ability to bring out her wolf was an exhilarating feeling. It was a significant confidence booster, and as she scoured the house in search of Dave, her cheeks ached from the broad smile plastered on her face. She likely looked absurd, but she couldn't contain herself.
Dave was nowhere to be found in the pack house, so she slipped on her boots and donned her black wool coat, not wanting the chilly bite of the December air to dampen her spirits.
She had barely taken two steps out of the front door when she heard her name being bellowed across the front garden area. The area was adorned with a large patio and numerous dark wood bench tables wher
