Francine was nestled comfortably on Jacob's lap as he sat in his expansive leather office chair, sifting through emails and mundane pack business when his mobile rang. He answered it with a sigh of annoyance.
"What?" He barked into the phone, clearly irritated by the interruption when he had so much on his plate, both for the day-to-day operations of the pack and the fact that their fathers were out there behaving like madmen.
"Alright, we'll be there in a few minutes," he responded, sounding intrigued. He hung up, put his phone down, then glanced at Francine as if she held some secret knowledge.
"There's someone at the gate for you. A girl named Engrid."
"Are you serious? She's here right now? Oh my goodness, I can't believe she's really here," Francine practically sprang from Jacob's
