Page 103 of Wild Games

Kain’s lips twist in scepticism he doesn’t want to voice with her mother still lingering close by. The odds are slim. Like what happened to Jamie and Wyatt, most packs won’t take a chance on outcasts, assuming they were driven out of their home packs for good reason.

"Make the calls. Use whatever resources we have." He pauses. "Thank you, Jax. I know it’s not easy welcoming in moreand more wolves with issues, and that it unsettles your own balance."

"We'll find her," I say. “And we’ll do what we can. Because it’s the right thing to do.” I shrug, surprised at how eager my wolf has been to help others. “It’s not about me.”

Camille's pride washes over me. She's been listening, feeling my determination to help.

"I believe you will." Kain grips my shoulder briefly before heading off to speak with the returning families and leaving me to process.

Three months ago, I was the wolf everyone feared. Now, I'm helping reunite families and building something better from the ashes of an old regime, much like Dean had to do with our pack.

Camille appears at my side, sliding under my arm naturally, then giving my ass a gentle pat. "Ready to head home?"

Always.

"Yeah." I pull her closer. "Need to make some calls when we get back, though."

She rises on her toes to kiss my jaw. "I'm proud of you.” Through our bond, I feel the truth of it. “And I’ll go through our files. If she’s come into contact with the enforcer team, there’ll be a record of it."

We leave together, past pack members, who nod respectfully instead of fearfully. Past returning families settling back into homes they thought were lost forever. Past all the small signs of healing that mark our progress.

Three months in, and Riverside pack is becoming what it should have been all along.

A true home.