Karla's P.O.V
With the threat to my son's life almost relinquished, we could go back to having an almost peaceful life. The pack thrived even after we had lost so many lives. We even buried Dennis during the time we had buried the rest of our fallen warriors. Quin is now five years old and as busy as a bee.
The little fella gets up to all kinds of mischief and, well, he could get away with murder. After dad's recovery, which wasn't an easy road, he has dedicated most of his life to his grandson, wife and me... the building continued, and we are now a community of our own. There is no need to visit human towns anymore. Though some pack members still do, I guess it has something to do with a different kind of scenery.
Between the two packs, our new pack house now stands just like I had pl
