It took them almost a full hour, as well as a dozen sets of hands, to put out the fire on the roof. Luckily for the pack, it hadn’t spread as far inside the building as it looked from the outside of it. The attic was singed and sooty, sure, and a lot of it would need to be replaced, but the fire hadn’t made it as far as anyone’s room.
Thank the heavens for small miracles.
Many of the shifters who were helping bank the embers grumbled about Kiran having set the fire in the first place. Whenever Walker heard it, however, he snapped that they should be thanking the male for saving their sorry lives.
What were some wood and forgotten-about trash in the attic when they’d weathered the storm?
It wasn’t going to win Walker any favors but they owed Kiran. Surely, they saw that and they wer
