Lucas’s POV
The clicks from my keyboard are drowned out by the movie Harper is watching. I glance at her from behind my laptop to find her exactly where she was when I entered my apartment two hours ago.
The wolf souls surround her in a sort of dog pile on the floor as she watches an animated movie, and she lays back into them like they’re her personal stuffed animal pillows. It’s cute, seeing her so fully submerged in the wolf soul pack, but it also reminds me that she’s not that welcomed by our own pack.
Something I’ll need to rectify soon.
My computer dings, signaling a message. The file I requested from the Council two days ago pops up on the screen, and a picture of a woman greets me. The name Willow Sage is printed just off to the right of the picture as well as a whole three
