Brax POV
Brax walked around his pack—with Wrenna in tow. He loved this—wondering around the pack in the early morning hours, while everyone was still asleep. The pack was quiet and peaceful, and it gave him a better view of all the things that needed fixing—but most importantly, how beautiful his pack truly was.
He walked past the training field that was right near the packhouse. It was large, with a building near it to stock their weapons and other training gear. The mudrooms, where they could shower after training.
His heart swelled with pride. He’d done this.
After inheriting the pack from his father, Brax had expanded it—transformed it into what it was today. Five thousand members strong. Eighty percent were trained warriors.
Wrenna was skipping next to him—babbling about stuff t
