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BROCK
The first members of Astrid’s pack arrive in Stillwater around 9 a.m., and she immediately snaps into action, greeting them on the packhouse lawn. I hang back inside the packhouse and just watch her work. I’m not sure what I expected, but I quickly see that Astrid’s a natural leader and she’s good with her pack- really good. It’s clear from the moment they arrive that they all respect and adore her.
Not that I’ve changed my mind about her, but it does strike me how Astrid basically acts like she’s her pack’s Luna, and her pack responds to her like that’s what she is. One of the little kids actually slips up and calls her Luna at one point, but she just laughs it off and ruffles their hair, leading them inside. She glances my way as she makes her way back in, eyes searching mine like she’s still trying to figure me out.
Good luck with that one, s
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