Pack members and warriors had put the house back together after the attack. The night had passed, and the golden rays of daylight had blanketed the backyard. Morning doves cooed faintly in the distance, coaxing the other creatures from their hiding places. A gentle, cool breeze blew in from the north.
The day would've seemed horribly, wonderfully normal if not for the missing Alpha pair and the destroyed pack house.
Savannah cut a strip of blue painter's tape with the edge of her front tooth."Tuck the plastic around the sill even more," she said.
Paul did so and waited patiently as she applied the tape.
Theresa emptied a dustpan of glass into a black waste bin behind her. As another pack member rolled the vacuum across the living room rug, it whirred.
Marco approached her elbow.
