Laura
I bitterly swallow coffee while watching Marcus gather the new recruits to become warrior werewolves. I was never allowed to join these training sessions back in my pack.
Women weren't supposed to fight. We were expected to be calm and collected. Our alpha preferred we learned the piano instead of playing in the garden with swords like the boisterous boys did.
The Rivermoon pack, however, is all about equality. Both teenage boys and girls look up at Marcus expectantly. They are smiling under the blazing sun, wearing shorts since the weather is warm.
And me?
I brought a sun chair and a bottle of coca-cola that I found in the fridge. I'm wearing a cap on my head that smells like Caleb, and then I stole a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses.
It's summer in Caleb's country, and I'm going
