“What are we going to do with the new pack?” I ask, still curled up on Caden’s chest, my voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. The warmth of him keeps my body relaxed, but my mind’s already spinning with logistics. Merging packs is no joke—especially when we’re talking about three thousand wolves. That brings our total to thirteen thousand. Thirteen. Thousand.
Caden sighs. I can feel it rumble through his chest. “Well, their border’s already too close for comfort, so Ryan’s working on buying the land in between. There’s just a small farm there. One old man lives on it. Hopefully if we offer him a stupid amount of money, he’ll take it.”
“Makes sense.”
“Once we’ve got it,” he continues, “we’ll extend our borders, merge the packs properly. Ben and Matt are working with Leo on training
