If it's not one thing, it's another. After the fires that ravaged the pack village, I was needed to task the crews to deconstruct, clean and reconstruct the buildings. Only this time, I was making extra careful precautions when it came to our packhouse.
Underground bunker- check.
Safe room adjoining our rooms and Avery's- check.
Prison in the bunker with all the bells and whistles- check.
Avery would never have to live through the anguish of losing her home again. The memories of the fire still haunted me. It was a miracle no one died and that the rescue had somehow not been targeted. But we couldn't afford to let our guard down. There were still too many dangers out there. Amrin was apparently some kind of crazed beast and who knew what he was planning. My heart broke for my love, kn
