Chapter 47

Liam

A storm always creates situations that need tending to as soon as possible. Dan had gone out to check on the stock and on his fencing repairs, while I dealt with pack members’ who had damage. Most could be handled after the storm finished its work and blew out to the east, but a few had broken windows and other immediate needs. It was after six and dark when we made our way home, having met up at the community building when we finished for the day.

“I wanted to roast a chicken tonight, but it’s too late to start.” It was another of the dishes I could manage. Anyone could really. “I should have slow-cooked it.”

“You thought we’d be back. We can fry some eggs or something.” He rested his hands on my hips as we walked single file on the narrow path we’d dug out this morning. If it had snowed any harder during the day, we’d have been doing it again tonight. “Dinner isn’t our biggest problem tonight anyway.”

The cabin came in sight, the living room windows glowing in the darkness. Eno