*CHLOE.*
Slowly but surely, it seemed like time had begun to move on, days bled into night, and nights bled into days, and before we knew it, the seasons had changed. The air was crisper, and the trees had began to lose their vibrant green.
Winter was on the horizon, we had been in the pack house for two months now. And I was not pregnant.
But in other good news, it seemed like a bit of life had finally returned to the pack house, but it wasn’t the kind of easy, settled life you’d expect. It almost felt like everyone was still holding their breath—waiting, watching. Even with Tyler gone, there was this undernote of unease that hummed just beneath the surface of the pack. Conversations cut off whenever Adrian walked into the room, and wolves he had claimed to know his entire life n
