Moon Fury territory looked calm from the outside.
The snow-covered pines swayed gently in the wind, the scent markers neat and sharp, the patrol wolves giving us only the barest nod as we passed.
Too neat and too controlled.
Chris carried the basket, soft blankets, toys, a bottle of honey wine (non alcoholic of course) and a couple of cornelias and camelias favorite snacks, while James followed me close.
I’d chosen everything deliberately, right down to the polished wooden rattle tucked in the corner. Something no Alpha could refuse without looking like a brute.
Diesel greeted us on the steps of his packhouse, his Beta and Gamma at his sides.
“Amber-Louise,” he said smoothly, his eyes sliding over the basket. “What a surprise.”
“We heard the news from the father to be” I said, givin
