**Ky POV**
I searched the packhouse for Laria, it had been an equally long time since I had seen her since Brooke and I had stayed in Alaska longer than we anticipated. I had prayed for Brooke to get her head out of her ass long enough to begin searching for her pup and the murderer who killed her parents. I had asked Michael and Justin to go through the news footage to work on the identities of those wolves involved.
"Laria? Where are you?" I called for her as I made my way through the living room towards the kitchen.
The light tapping of feet approached me from behind. I pretended not to notice as a set of hands shielded my eyes from behind. "Guess who?" The female voice chuckled.
I inhaled her lavender scent and smiled to myself. "Baby. I know it's you."
"Hmph, how did you know it
