Dreams of a Pack

"Don't know. I was left at my grandma's doorstep as a baby. I just know the month and year. Not the day." He flicked his finger against one of the unmoving pins before sitting back in his chair with a paper in his hands.

Beatrix yawned, lifting her hands from overtop mine to cover her mouth before melting back into me.

"Vera has stopped, and we need to get some rest if we are going to think stra