CHAPTER 60

  Lucien:

  A couple of weeks later, I found myself standing by the Northern border of the pack, but for a different reason than before.

  Greg and Tania were visiting again.

  A week or so ago, right after my Mom had left to go to her retreat, once everything had settled down again and a false canopy of reassurance had fallen over the pack, Greg had called me.

  At 7.

  A.M.

  On a weekend!

  I remember groaning as I escaped my cocoon of warmth, detangling my limbs from my mates to get to my phone, which of course had to be charging at the other end of the room.

  Picking the line-up, I recalled how eager and excited Greg sounded when he asked if we could meet again. For what reason, I had no idea. He sounded like an excited child when they are given a present, they've been craving, and before I even had a say in what planning would take place, he hung up.

  On me!

  Nobody hangs up on me!