Sasha POV
I was already starting to wake up when I heard Anton tell Coralanna we were almost there. My wolf, Sassy, was pacing in my head. I call her Sassy, because she has never been one to bite her tongue and is quick to get sassy when she talks. The farther we drove the more antsy Sassy became. I kept telling her to calm down and that everything was fine, but she wouldn't even respond. It was not like her and it was making me weary.
By the time we parked and started walking toward the pack house, Sassy was trembling with excitement for some unknown reason. As soon as we walked inside, my nose was hit by many unfamiliar scents, but there was one specific scent that stuck out. I heard the heavy footsteps of somebody walking down the hall and looked in that direction. Sud
