Anya
“This is the place?” Jack sighed heavily, parking into the space out front.
Okay, sure, it was a bit run down, but with the donation, and some assistance from some of the members of the pack, they’d have enough volunteers and money to fix up the cracks in the place. Maybe put in a good heating system.
And update the bathrooms.
And maybe get the dual pane windows.
Jack picked Amara out of her car seat, and carried her on the one hip. To Ramsay in the bed of the truck, he pointed. “Not a growl. Not a movement. You stay in here.”
Ramsay huffed and laid back down in the bed. Jack could threaten the hound with whatever he wanted, Ramsay wasn’t concerned with whatever Jack had to say. He just knew.
“Good boy,” Anya patted him on the head. “Yes, this is it. Just be nice, Jack. They’re
