BREELYNN’S POV
It’s nearly three in the morning, and the pack house is buzzing with activity. Even in all this chaos, Trina has never been happier or more relaxed. Oddly enough, I feel the same way. After what happened with Mitch, I convinced myself that I needed to live alone and isolate myself from people. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.
This is what I need, what we need. Our pack. It makes me wonder where my mother came from. Does her pack miss her? Did they look for her? Do I have grandparents? And what about my dad?
I somehow managed to end up in the large cafeteria-style dining room…again. I have been wandering in the packhouse for what feels like hours trying to find the library, and I always seem to end up right back here.
This time, I go right when I get to the end of
