ETHAN WAS ALSO, APPARENTLY, safe with Wolfie...and with all of my female cousins under the age of eighteen who now crowded into Haven’s new computer lab.
The room was currently full to capacity, in fact, which was quite an unusual sight. Ever since our packs merged, I’d accepted the fact that most of my relatives were singularly uninterested in the computer-security gigs that were funding improvements to Haven’s village. Like the voluntary community dinners, Wolfie had made no mandatory work requirements. So the shifters who turned up in our lab were generally the same members of Wolfie’s pack who had spent time in the previous incarnation of this computing center.
Specifically, I was pretty sure I’d never seen this group of girls at computers before in my life. But now all six of Haven’
