** Parker’s POV **

The rain has passed by the time afternoon rolls around. The air smells of wet pine and smoke from the cabins’ chimneys. There’s a strange calmness to the pack. It’s the kind of stillness that always makes my skin crawl. It’s what comes right before something breaks.

I push open the main hall’s door and step inside. The familiar hum of pack activity hits instantly, voices, footsteps, the clatter of supplies being sorted and boxed. Poppy and Paige have taken over ...