Ivy

It had been nearly two weeks since my arrival at Wolf’s Cove and meeting the Triplets. Life was good, comfortable even, and we were actually beginning to feel like a real pack.

We had a schedule. Our days were becoming routine and I loved every second of it. We spent so much time together that I was beginning to learn all of their little idiosyncrasies and admittedly, I found comfort in it, in them.

Something that I had noticed, ...