Hundred and Sixty-three

"Is Clarisse the alpha of the pack?" Arabella asked Thalia.

She set aside her almost empty cup of coffee before glancing at Thalia. While she could guess that Clarisse held a leadership role in the pack, she couldn't tell if she was the overall head.

"She's the female alpha," Thalia replied.

"That's amazing," Arabella mumbled, wondering how a middle-aged woman could gather everyone together to lead them. She had seen many males in the pack, but Arabella knew that being an alpha had little to do with mere strength.

Besides, there was something about her she couldn't quite place her fingers on. It felt as though she was a different werewolf. The aura that radiated off her was different from that of the others. Even far different from what she could feel around Thalia.

Or maybe she was the one thinking too much.

Letting her mind wander back to Blaze, Arabella stared at her phone briefly, sighing when she saw no message as she had hoped. She then glanced up as Clarisse returned, holding a