“I found three new recruits this month,” Joe said into the phone as he walked up the gravel path toward his cottage.
It was surprisingly hot for early May. He wore a pair of athletic shorts and sneakers, his shirt tossed over one shoulder, sweat rolling down his back and chest after a hard workout.
“That’s good,” came the response. “Seems like the new position is working out.”
“It is,” he agreed easily.
After eighteen months at Red Moon, Joe felt more at ease in the pack than he had ever thought possible. It had taken four months after arriving for his bond to fully reestablish with Archer, but Maddox had insisted that was fairly fast for a feral wolf. He’d said it helped that Joe and Abby had finally marked each other, that it gave Archer something solid to anchor to.
It had still ta
