Missy
Seriously, why is this happening to me?
“You’ve got a bit of drool there….” Sol teased me, wiping away pretend drool from the corner of my mouth.
“Not funny,” I grumbled. Sol and I sat near the edge of the woods behind the packhouse, watching the warrior class. Now that summer was in full swing, the kids my age that wanted to be warriors for the pack were training three times a day, including Maddox. Lea made living arrangements for all the new families in the pack while a few more houses were being built. She helped many of them find jobs too. Only a handful remained in the packhouse. Maddox was now officially living two floors below me which wouldn’t have been awkward before his confession at the Inn. Now my cheeks got warm every time I saw him.
Lea ungrounded me a couple of d
