One fine afternoon, a sleek black Rolls Royce Phantom glided through the pack gates, its polished surface gleaming under the sun. Both Kaila and Willow stared outside the window, smiling to see all the pack members waiting to see them.
Their pack had changed to much in four years. The buildings looked better and much newer. You could tell, Warrick had changed a lot in their time away.
Moxie and Warrick stood at the entrance of the main house, hearts racing with anticipation. Four long years had passed since they last held their children. The car door opened, and Kaila stepped out first.
