“I like that idea.” I agree, “and it would also help them integrate into the community here, to feel accepted. If there’s resistance to their presence among your own pack, this would also be an important way to build support. It would be especially good for the orphans.” I add, my mind returning to

James’ eyes lift to Isabel’s face, and his dark eyes widen almost imperceptibly. Suddenly he’s looking at her so intently that I feel as if I’m intruding somehow. Isabel turns her head away, but I see the slightest flush of pink on her cheeks. Interesting. I think, with a flutter of excitement. I r

It was a very small thing, I know, but I can’t help but feel as if this is right. These orphans, the refugees, need someone to look out for them, and I can help but think I’m the person for the job. Suddenly I remember what Sinclair told me about Lunas being the heart of a pack, and then Henry’s exp

I’m breathing hard and near tears, my emotions swirling out of control. I’m prepared for the worst, and I even welcome it, anything to ease my guilt. However Sinclair simply crosses his arms over his chest, his expression dark and foreboding. For a minute I don’t think he’s going to speak to me, but

“I just don’t think I deserve to be rewarded.” I shrug, uncertain now. “I think it’s fitting that you get to have fun while I practice restraint.” “Well I don’t believe in punishments without rewards, little wolf.” Sinclair declares imperiously. “The reward is how I show you that no matter what hap