Caden makes the pack-wide announcement that there’ll be a mandatory run tomorrow night to welcome the new wolves. Evelyn’s already on steak-and-hotdog duty. He made sure the pub would bring enough drinks for everyone, and I booked extra nannies and bouncing castles to keep the little gremlins entertained.
It’s going to be chaos. But the good kind.
The kind where people laugh, and drink too much, and shift under the stars, and come home smelling like bonfires and safety.
The kind that reminds everyone—even the newcomers—that this isn’t just a pack.
This is home.
As we walk into the kitchen for coffee the next morning—still half-asleep, hair looking like a bird’s nest that lost its way—I come to a full stop and just… freeze. Then, without warning, I collapse into a heap of uncontrollabl
