Chapter Eleven
RONAN
Now that Kara and I had laid all our cards on the table in relation to how we felt, a strange sort of peace settled over the house.
Over the days that followed, we fell into a routine. Each morning, I headed out to attend to my pack duties. On good days, this meant patrolling with Noah or Jake, and on bad days it meant sitting through a seemingly endless council meeting and listening to the Elders strategize about this or that.
Usually, I returned in time for lunch with Kara. Sometimes Kit joined us, or it would just be the two of us. After, we’d sit out on the porch people-watching, and Kara would tell me about her morning.
She had taken it upon herself to renovate the house. It started with, in her words, sprucing up the kitchen and living room, before unfolding
