Karla's P.O.V
Patrolling the border used to be one of my favorite things to do back when Peter and Georgi still did it with me. Now it's boring and cold and time-consuming... I watch as my warm breath streams in front of me, blowing out puffs of air into the cold night. Some of the pack members that are part of the patrol make a fire and stand around it, warming up their hands.
I join them. We make small talk, whispering with one another, keeping our ears open as we talk, rustling comes from the forest behind us and everyone tenses, taking a stance like they are ready to pounce on whomever dares to enter this pack grounds... I took the lead, moving to the edge of the border.
My shoulder sagged as I got a whiff of my mate. I am happy he has made a safe return but disappointed that he did
