Fiona
“Feee-beeee.”
It still hurt, but I didn’t hesitate to bend down and pick Daisy up. The pain wasn’t as bad as before. A week of shifting at least once a day had seen to that. I’d been bedridden for two days, but then I could move around, and now I could pick Daisy up without fear about snapping my rib in half.
A week of chaos.
Cyrus would arrive any minute now, and the hotel was still bustling with activity to prepare for him. Three packs were currently residing in the hotel: Trick’s pack, which was fifty wolves, and the Crescent Delta pack, which was seventy-five wolves. Demetrius had one alpha under him—Rhett—but he’d been so mentally unwell that he hadn’t been fully aware of what Demetrius had been doing.
Canon hadn’t just absorbed Giselle in his pack. He’d taken Justin, Johnn
