Romeo

Mornings in the pack house were usually chaotic.

The sounds of kids running around, warriors doing laps, the kitchen buzzing with chatter and clinking pans. But nothing and I mean it when I say absolutely fucking nothing could have prepared me for the chaos that came from my own mate.

And it all started with one sound

“Uuuuuurgh!”

I jerked awake, nearly falling out of bed. Beside me, Christopher blinked groggily. “What the hell was that?”

“I think… that was Marlene,” I said, ...