The evening was surprisingly warm. It was a telltale sign that snow was right around the corner.
The sun was setting, and the sky was painted a bright fiery red. I couldn't resist sitting outside, a cup of freshly brewed coffee in my hands. It was all so serene, and I sighed in contentment.
It was the first time, since I was brought into the pack, that I didn't feel as if I would collapse from stress.
"Olive!" A deep voice shouted. "Olive, where are you?!"
Zanthus' scent hit me like a ton of bricks. I must've zoned out.
"I'm outside!" I shouted back, sitting up from my slack position and setting my cup of coffee on the railing. I placed my hands on the arms of the wooden lawn chair, looking towards the door.
Zanthus burst outside, golden eyes wide as he looked at me. "I couldn't find
