Zelena.
The pack house was alive with activity, she-wolves running back and forth and big burly men coming and going. Roe’s voice could be heard echoing through each room and hallway, calling out instructions and demands. I followed the sound towards the kitchen, the busy noise got louder and louder the closer I got. The kitchen was a maze of moving bodies and carts of food. I could hear Roe’s voice above all the others, but I couldn’t see her through the crowd of people.
“Roe” I called out, standing on my tippy toes. I don’t know why I bothered. With my short legs, I’d need a step ladder to see over all these giants.
“Roe!” I called again with added volume,
“Zelena. What are you doing in here? You can’t be in here. Out!” she screamed over the rest of the noise.
“I just wanted to
