The double doors of the main house swung open with a creak. Elana stepped out onto the porch, clearly ready to yell about whatever new disaster Leela had managed to cause. She was braced for the worst—a blown-out transformer, a shattered window, or maybe a small, smoking crater in the lawn.
"Finnegan, if she blew up the—" Elana stopped in her tracks.
The formidable Alpha female—a woman who had faced down rogue packs and armed poachers without flinching an inch—froze completely in the doorway, her mouth falling slightly slack. She wasn't looking at Leela or Finnegan. She was staring blankly at the front porch railing.
The dead planter boxes from yesterday were completely gone. In their place was a vibrant, flourishing life.
Thick, healthy vines twisted and climbed like living green snak
