I knew we couldn’t stay hidden in the woods forever, so I turned to Jack and suggested we return to the pack. He always supported my decisions, so I took a deep breath and explained we couldn’t avoid our problems indefinitely. As night fell, a sense of unease settled over me.
Upon our return, I noticed the pack hardly acknowledged us. The outline of the unfinished packhouse loomed ahead, and I spotted a large tent for the Alpha nearby. Jack led me to the tent, and I set down the book I’d been holding. As I prepared to leave for work in the packhouse, Jack said, “It’s not your job to build the new pack.”
“I need something to keep me busy, and you mentioned I could help decorate the house,” I replied, determined. He hesitated, mentioning his list of expensive supplies.
“Well, you can affo
