They returned quickly. Noah tried to communicate with the baritone again, to update him about the new developments, but he couldn’t connect. It seemed like a one way traffic with only the owner of the voice communicating with him whenever possible.
It was dark when they reached the pack house. All members of the pack were already gone. Their dinner was done and they would now be preparing to sleep. The young ones enjoying their bath time and the bedtime routines. The fighters ready for the change of shift with the well rested fighters taking over the patrolling.
Miro excused himself saying that his dinner would be at home. He was from one of those families who did not live at the pack house.
Kirra, Noah and James were still in the living room. Kirra said to them, “I am not really hungry
