The moment we cross onto the property of the Pewter Pack’s compound, the rest of the pack emerges in a sea of cheers, whoops, and hollers.
“Thank the Moon Gods,” breathes Garrett when we step out of the car. He bows his head before me, taking my hands. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I ask, blinking up at Dean in confusion. “None of them would have been in that mess at all if not for me.”
Garrett looks bewildered; Dean only laughs. “I don’t think he’s thanking you for saving us from the Jax Pack and the Roswell Coven,” he explains. “He’s thanking you for giving us a guardian.”
Weird thing to thank me for, if you ask me. But fair enough.
I glance behind Garrett into the sea of twenty wolves staring back at me. They’re your family now, I remind myself as I scan their faces. For better or for w
