Chapter 44

The walls of the pack house were designed with beautiful drawings of wolf-like art, which Maya thought was excellent and aesthetic as she and Derek walked towards the place where she had left her warriors an hour ago to heed to her father’s call to follow the way up to the Pack’s conference room.

She was at least happy, that her Uncle, Derek’s father, had still managed to uphold the pack, even better, since the last pack war. She was also happy that her betrayal hadn’t caused Derek much mayhem later, other than a broken heart and a dismembered trust pattern.

Watching the bustling activity going on in the pack, the children running up and down, a group of women talking and laughing, she concluded that the her cousin’s pack was warmer than hers. Her father had stopped pack members, children mostly, from trouping into the pack’s main house. His excuse was that they were too distracting and disturbing.

She came to a halt, her mouth dropping open, as she saw a human mal