Warren
I’ve never been to Quirin’s pack. I’ve never been invited to come for a visit, a meeting, a battle, nothing. When we stepped out of the car, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Now that I’ve gotten a taste for the feel of this pack, I’m even more worried about my daughter. I know she’s always liked Quirin, which is odd, since he’s anything BUT likeable. But being here, I realize just what a struggle it must be for her.
I’m not sure how I feel about their scents being so strong on each other. On the one hand, I’m glad that they seem to be getting along together. After barely smelling them on each other last weekend, I was concerned. On the other hand, she’s my little girl and I’m struggling to come to terms with the fact that she’s now a grown woman.
Quirin has always been closed off, a
