Trish slowly went inside her house using the backdoor entrance in the kitchen. It was way past midnight and no one was around already. Everybody was either on patrol or fast asleep, or so she thought.
“And where have you been Mija?” she saw her Papa sipping coffee from a porcelain mug while sitting in the dining table reserved for pack members and the omegas.
Her heart had beaten so fast her chest rose up and down. It was a good thing she wore a lose clothing.
“Buenas Noches Papa. I just came from the borders. I wanted to check if something came up. As you’ve heard, more and more townspeople are sneaking into our land these days.” she tried to sound casual and calm. However, her hands shook as if she was being dipped in cold water. Beads of sweat trickled down from her palm and into
