Calla’s POV
Luna decided we needed a break before we all went mad from stress and legal worries. "Just one night," she insisted. "One night to remember we’re pack, not just soldiers preparing for war.”
So, there I was, standing next to a bonfire behind our cabin, surrounded by members of the Iron Fang club, who were starting to feel more like family than the intimidating strangers I had first met.
Jake was sharing funny stories about our pack's mishaps. There was the time Torch had accidentally transformed into a werewolf during a bar fight and ended up wrecking three pool tables, or when Rico got stuck halfway through changing and spent hours looking like a bizarre mix of a werewolf and a human.
“And then,” Jake continued, trying to hold back his laughter, “Diesel showed up with a cam
