Alissa POV

It has been fifteen years since anyone has shown up here at the cabins and uttered the word wolf to me. I had hoped I would never hear the phrase wolf again. I escaped from the pack so long ago. I don’t want to revisit those memories, but I have to help these women.

I continue cooking. Now I have three extra mouths to feed tonight. No worries, I have plenty for everyone.

“Bradley, I need you to help me get plates ready to take over to the cabin for the women,” I say to him as I stir the stew.

“Looks good, mom,” Bradley says.

Bradley is...