“I’m from Florida,” I said after a moment, hoping she’d either pick up what I was trying not to say or simply accept it. “Bad weather involves hurricanes and thunderstorms. Not really sure how that compares to snow, but I’m liking it so far!”
“Ah, yes. Florida.” Her expression grew distant for a moment before she stood. “Well, I am going to go over our pack’s territory lines with a few senior alphas,” she said, glancing between myself and Fenris. I tried not to breathe a sigh of relief at the change in subject. “Please make yourselves comfortable while I’m out. If you need anything, call Noah. I put his number on a sticky note by my fridge.”
As she headed out, I wandered into the kitchen, poking through her pantry. I tried not to think of my lack of a pack. Fenris hadn’t said anything ab
