I could hear my pack members talking out the front of the packhouse as we drew closer. The boy's hand was still tucked in mine, yet I couldn’t seem to pull away from him. When he looked up at me, his look made something twist in my gut. Then, when we break through the treeline, I hear them stop behind me.
The she-wolf sniffs the air before backing back, the boy looks over his shoulder at her, and the other two are standing just in the shadows of the trees. “Are there children to play with?” The boy suddenly asks.
“No,” I tell him, both wolves growl behind me.
“Jonah, come here,” The young girl says, waving him over. Her hair was cut short, and if I couldn’t smell her scent, I would have mistaken her for a boy. Her brown doe eyes shone with fear of the small child standing beside me. The
