Jaxon: What are the two of you doing?
Mason: Don’t interrupt us!
Tyson: I think it’s pretty obvious what they’re doing.
Stella: We’re on our way to the pack house.
Mason: Just needed to pull the twigs out of her hair ;)
As we made our way toward the large building at the center of the pack grounds, my mind kept replaying the events of the past few minutes, my skin still tingling in the aftermath. The pack house loomed ahead, its familiar structure both welcoming and imposing at the same time. Tyson had explained everything to me the first time we walked up here—how this place functioned as the heart of the pack, how it served not only as a home but as a gathering place, a fortress, and a sanctuary. That day, he had gone off to work with Leopold, leaving me to talk to Jaxon. Or rather,
