My arms feel like they're about to pull out from their sockets as I haul my grocery bags out of the backseat of my car and begin the long walk up to my cabin.
Nox almost pulled his hair out, begging to let him tag along with me, but I refused for very valid reasons, even though I knew it would be a hassle getting my shopping up the mountain.
One, it's only been a little over a month since the incident with Zara, and I'm not taking any chances with that wound opening up. The lead hasn't let it heal yet, so while he might be back to full functioning, that wound… it's still a raw, ugly red scar against his skin.
Two, it's still been a month since the incident with Zara, and I haven't seen or heard of her since. The pack has been going through a silent fallout, because as I heard, the coun
