Chapter 25

• *Grayson*
• "Where's your mother?" I asked the pup currently clutching my legs. I looked around, trying to see if anyone was coming after him. When no one appeared in sight, I furrowed my eyebrows, lifting the little boy and holding him in my arms. Keera's words from earlier about ensuring that the pack was more aware of their families echoes in my mind. I hadn't admitted then and I still wasn't ready to admit it now, but she had been right. Everyone was so used to the pack being safe that they were finding it difficult being extra cautious.
• Even with their pups apparently.