"No, I didn't," I grew more and more gloomy.

And then, when Roca's mom treated us all to baked mutton pies in the courtyard of his house. The four of us sat at a round table - Me, Martha, Rock and Alex. Alex and I fought over the crunchiest pies, and Martha kept dreaming.

“Just imagine, this year we might have a new member of the pack join us.

- In terms of? Rock asked in surprise, barely chewing a huge piece of pie, which he hastily stuffed into his mouth, saving him from two gluttonous alphas.

“Someone can find their mate from another pack.

"That's unlikely," Rock waved his...