We were having dinner in the pack house’s kitchen, and it was one of those rare days when Jamie, Isaac, Elena, Lily and even Zion were present. Things had been slow lately, so everyone had been less busy. The pack was peaceful, and it gave us enough time to connect and do things together.

“Where is Elaine?” Lily asked as she took a bite of the chicken Emily had grilled to perfection earlier.

“He is playing with the other pups. I can’t get him to stay in one place, even to eat,” I complained, and they all burst out laughing.

“He takes after you. You are so difficult to handle,”...