The pack house was dark, which drew Marco's attention. He could count the number of times he'd returned home to an empty pack house on one hand. It just didn't happen with all the pack members in and out and his mother's hosting abilities.
Savannah curled her fingers in the back of his shirt. Regardless of the timing, he had to admit that he and his wolf both liked how she'd tucked herself close to his back. "Marco, take a look."
He traced her finger to one of the living room windows. It was shattered, the glass glinting in the grass.
"Stay here," he advised.
He had only taken two steps when Savannah said, "Hell no. You're not going to abandon me here."
The back door had opened a c***k, but it didn't mean much. Occasionally, one of the puppies would charge out without closing the
