Lake’s POV
“Is Dad mad at me still?” I asked Mom as I helped her plan an upcoming annual ball. Every year a different pack hosts the ball and It was our turn to host this year. I always helped Mom with these kinds of things.
“No Lake, we’re busy dealing with The Cold Storm Pack and aiding The River Blood Pack,” she said, looking through the planner for the event. We were outside at one of the tables. “Things are a lot more active than we thought they’d be.”
“Why don’t we try to put things to rest with The Cold Storm Pack for now?” I suggested. “They could make good allies.”
Mom laughed. “You’re funny Lake, young, and optimistic,” she said dismissively and pulled her phone out to make a call. Harper said she’d fix things but that wouldn’t matter if my parents weren’t open to it. I watch
