Santiago’s pov
There are wolves of different ages who look at me, knowing I’m a stranger; they seem more diverse in pigment than my own pack.
Actually, it's more like this pack is not at all like My father's pack. He didn't want strangers walking inside his territory, even if he did let Alma and me go outside the borders for school, but I think that was more about getting Alma the best education she could get; she was the smart one and to get me away as far as possible.
Small pups are playing with some dolls in the grass, and I smile at them before they run back to their mother. She growled at me before seeing their Alpha and bending her neck in submission, still giving me the stink eye when we passed, but I didn’t care. I know that they would be suspicious. Hell, I would be, too, if a
