The unmistakable scent of ocean and pine hits me before I even round the corner to the cottage we've emptied for the Aspen Pack's use. Lucas said something about it being a voluntary sacrifice on the part of some of our pack members; I have to remember to get their names.
I'm not sure what I can do to show our gratitude, but there's probably something. Maybe extra rations. Practicality goes farther than luxuries these days… Or am I thinking too simply? I'll have to ask Lucas what he usually does in these situations.
I prefer meat, Selene offers.
Grimoire hums. I'd rather have a new book.
Not helpful. But I guess it means I should learn more about the people to understand what they would prefer.
A vaguely familiar face opens the door when I knock, but I can't quite place it. Clayton's standing with his back to me as he speaks with two other wolves. My steps falter momentarily.
I haven't seen him in a long time; since I made it clear I chose Lucas.
