Drake POV
“Wonder where Clay went?” Keegan asks, coming out and falling onto the couch beside me with a beer in hand. “Probably chasing his arch nemesis.” I chuckle.
“He still hasn’t caught that cat?” Keegan asks. Clay has been chasing Lucky for months now. It was a feral tabby cat that wandered into the pack house one night for a feed. It tore him up pretty good while he was sleeping in front of the fireplace.
He’s been trying to catch it since, but the fat little tabby cat has proven to be rather crafty and sneaky. Now they’ve been at war ever since, or more like he enjoys chasing the huge fucker. Catching it, and letting it go, but Lucky keeps returning like it’s some sort of game and Clay loves a challenge.
“I thought he caught it already?” Keegan muses.
“He did, but then he let i
