"You believe you can simply enter here and give us advice on how to deal with our issues?" Dean's amber eyes shot toward me, narrowing as he spoke sharply. "Ava, you're not one of us."
I spoke steadily, keeping my chin up. I'm not one of you—not yet. But this pack is as important to me as it is to you. Perhaps more, given that I'm not constrained by custom or blood. I'm here because I want to be here.
The assembled wolves, all dressed as humans, whispered to one another. The weight of their looks, some doubtful, some almost fascinated, was palpable to me.
Dean stepped forward and challenged, "Prove it." "Show that you belong here." To us, words have no meaning.
I looked him in the eyes and stated firmly, "I intend to." "However, we must first confront the reality that Victor is hoverin
