Chapter 78

Iris

I sit on the porch. There's a cup of lukewarm tea in my hands and...the world isn't that bad. The wind outside is cold, but the mug keeps my fingers warm. I’m also smiling even though my body is sore from training with Zane and some other young werewolves. They all called me Alpha, which I like.

It’s what is making me smile, but then I think of the high-fae living under the same roof, and it