For the first time in days, it was sunny. The temperature was still cold enough to maintain the light, ever-present blanket of snow on the ground, but now bright, warm rays of sunshine bathed our whole territory, and the snow sparkled and glistened like it was embedded with tiny diamonds.
I tore my gaze away from the hardened stares of the pack members who had gathered before us in the field. I looked up at Reid, and I reached for his hand. The sun brought out dark, blue-ish undertones in his black curls.
He was nearly finished with the usual—playing catch-up since the last pack meeting, current affairs, comments or concerns from our people. He expressly stated at the very beginning of the meeting, before anything else at all was said, that he was aware that most of those in attendance h
