Zed spent the next few days finding his rhythm with cooking again, while I got back to work on my videos. He started his new job, and we attended the pack dinners every night. I would even go without him when he was working—though we drew the line at having the pack inside our house. We were still getting used to each other, and my wolf was pretty territorial.

The next month went by quickly. We spent at least a couple of hours together every day, grocery shopping, or cooking, and always ...