Wayne watched the young woman carefully, and when she stated that she wanted to make Casa di Cavalieri her home, another small smile flickered across his face. Again, it was a great feeling to know he’d be part of this—but he couldn’t get ahead of himself. While he was higher in ranks than he had been at the pack’s inception, he still couldn’t welcome anyone officially into the pack.
Let me call one of our leaders, the brawny man said with a glance over his shoulder. He wasn’t sure if they’d went ahead to the festival or not, but when he tipped his head back, the howl that burst from his throat was loud enough for it to not matter. It was a characteristic sound, more doggish than wolfish, something proud and powerful.
Fern flattened her ears at him, and he grinned apologetically.
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