Trying to wrap her mind around everything that had just happened, Sara decided that she would make breakfast while the others gathered everyone for the meeting about the jackal pack. It wasn’t much. Bacon, eggs, homemade biscuits. It was something she had done a lot in the past so her mind could process while she worked.
It was so much to take in. Unify the species. She honestly didn’t see how that would be possible. Humans argued and went to war over just about anything. History had proven that. Over and over again. Whether they wanted to admit it or not, shifters were part human. There would always be someone who wasn’t satisfied. And yet she, Sara, an accountant in training, was expected to bring everyone together? How?
She was brought out of her thoughts when a pair of strong arms we
