Brea sighed as she sorted through the mountain of files on James's desk. She had already finished with her father's office; now she was at the pack house tidying up what she could. Even though her punishment had ended weeks ago, she had opted to help out around the place. They desperately needed the help and it allowed her to stay in the know about the inner running of the pack. She and her father had gotten closer, they didn't have the perfect father-daughter relationship; but they were working on it.
She had just picked up her third stack of disorganized papers for the day when suddenly she tripped, sending papers scattering all over the ground. Brea swore as she bent to gather the papers she had just dropped. It was already late and all the other wolves had either gone home or were ou
