Callan
For the next week, we work on getting Luna settled into her new place and enjoy our newfound freedom to Jacksonville pack territory. Warrick's a dick about it, of course. He flaunts our ability to hunt on Creebay Preserve by going as near to the pack houses as possible to make a kill, marking his territory on every tree he trots past in wolf form, and roaring down Golden Glade Street on his motorcycle at all hours of the day or night when he's in human form.
When someone questions him the first time, he flashes his gap-toothed grin and says, "Why don't you and your Alpha have a little talk? He'll tell you we're welcome."
After that, no one bothers us. They don't talk to us, either.
Ethan's just as bad. Like now, when Axel stops by for the tenth time today, this time asking Luna if she needs her plumbing fixed or the boards on her deck looked over for signs of decay.