James and Trisha Come to Visit

Dean’s phone pinged with a text from the front gate. James and Trisha had just passed through the gate, headed for the packhouse with a small entourage of enforcers. That was expected, Dean figured. He’d have gone with an entourage too, if he’d headed over to see Trisha and James.

“Alright, they’re here. Geez, this is weird. I don’t remember the last time James was here.”

“I think that would date back to the previous alpha’s reign and it was a disaster. You both went at each other like rabid dogs an hour after they got here. Then we spent hours at the old healing centre getting the two of you patched up. Because of the two of you, the old alphas started plans for the new healing centre with separate wings for each pack.” Kiera stated only the facts. The years may have passed, but one mess after another tended to solidify the facts for each incident. It was an early incident, and it changed the way people did things, so Kiera remembered it well.

“Cra