I lay down on the bank, belly flush against the cool, damp earth, and rested my head on my paws, thinking over the whirlwind events of the last two weeks. Most of them brought a strong sense of pride from my wolf. We’d pulled together as a pack and knocked out the construction of two huge dormitories in a short amount of time. We’d been handed the huge challenge of hosting this event for the packs, and we’d delivered. It was an honor, and an obligation of enormous proportions. We weren’t done yet, of course, but I was damn proud of my wolves.
And then I thought about today. The influx of pack after pack from all over, squeaking in before the final deadline. Most were unmemorable, blending into a blur of faces and scents. There was one that concerned me—the Russo pack, from Virginia. They’
