Nova and I were working on rebuilding both of our respective packs, which ended up being a lot of paperwork. So much paperwork. She had no personal interest in the Black River packhouse and was fine with us using it temporarily. I doubted she would ever use it anyway.
But as the days went on, I could sense her growing anxiety.
“It is time,” she stated, standing in the Alpha’s office across from me; her disdain and agitation from being here was palpable. “I cannot wait any longer.”
I nodded. She glanced at Ezra, sitting next to me, who only replied, “I will be here if you need me.” He dipped his head.
I followed Nova out of the packhouse through the back lawn. We walked a bit through the tangled trees until we stopped at a semi-circle of werecats.
They eyed me, most with wariness, some
