A few months of marriage passed by before I even knew it. Living in the packhouse was different, but I’ve finally found my rhythm.
Having respect because I have some title in the werewolf pack was also unnatural. People just listened to what I said, no questions asked. Even though I had a lot of respect from my colleagues in my line of work, I still did a customer service oriented job. No one cursed me out or told me they would complain about how I did my job. Things I would get often at my real job.
Jace offered for me to join the pack hospital, but it felt weird since I have limited knowledge of werewolves. Max still comes to work with me or sends one of the pack warriors to guard me. I went part time because I felt bad about how much people are doing for me.
Life has been
