Randall Meechum's POV

LaCrosse Pack Lands

I drove my Jeep over to Erica's cabin, a big cooler in the passenger seat that the kitchen had provided. The Pack made sure she got fed when she couldn't come to the Pack House, or she didn't want to come all the way in. The dinner I was bringing was pot roast with mashed potatoes, gravy and green beans, plus they packed food for breakfast and a bag of ice to keep everything cold.

She was waiting outside as I parked, a smile on her scarred face. I hopped out and went around to get the cooler, taking it inside as she held...