Twenty minutes later, we were ready.
The lodge had an elevator — of course it did, this place thought of everything — with buttons worn smooth from years of use. Wheelchair ramps connected the buildings outside, subtle but well-maintained. I wondered how many injured wolves had needed them over the years, healing from battles or training accidents.
"The compound was designed to be accessible," Nina explained as we descended to the main floor. "Human mates, injured pack members, elders who can't shift as easily anymore. Silverpine takes care of its own."
Corvin met us in the main foyer, looking pleased to see us together.
"Good," he said. "This is how it should be. The pack needs to see you as a unit. Alpha and Alpha, leading together."
The tour took hours.
Corvin led us through the l
