Jonathan was already home when I arrived home from work. He looked more bothered than usual.
“What’s going on?” I asked him, sitting beside him on the couch. I entwined my fingers through his and peered up at him through my lashes.
“An outsider has been hunting on our grounds,” he answered.
“What?” I asked, keeping my wording short. That couldn’t have been right. No wolf dared to hunt outside their given hunting grounds. It was against the law and violating that specific law could mean death on their end.
Nobody was that stupid.
“Edward Harris came to my office today and told me that they could smell an outsider as they hunted this morning. I went down to the woodland forest with Chief Miller and his deputies to check it out,” he explained.
“Was it another pack?” I asked.
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