Amely

“A tracker will join us and help us investigate the incident from a few days ago,” Adam said, his arms crossed, and leaned back on the windowsill in the kitchen.

“A tracker? Which pack is he from? Even our pack is not big enough to need a tracker. Usually, the Beta takes up on that job,” Amely argued, staring at her brother. He pushed a strand of his hair off his face.

“She doesn't exactly belong in a pack. She's more like a mercenary for the packs.” He underlined and smiled. His reassuring smile somehow softened Amely. Adam always had that effect over her. It was a combination of...