“Oh, my God, I can’t believe you’re Laken’s mate!” Trisha squeals when I go to meet her at her own home. Excitedly she drags me into her quaint little house and plops me down on the floral-patterned couch that she is extra-ordinarily fond of. “We felt it when you accepted his claim, and he gave you the bite. We were running on our own then, guarding the perimeter so no one would disturb the two of you. And before you say anything, yes, that’s another inherent wolf trait. The pack provides protection to the mating couple. Everyone did it when Kevin and I tumbled in the grass under the moon ourselves.”
Trisha was speaking so rapidly from her excitement that it felt hard to even keep up with it, but it warmed my heart to see that she was happy for us. In fact, everyone had been happy for us
