Chapter 63

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The weather was frigid, and it was the week leading up to Thanksgiving—the whole pack was in a festive mood, with the winter holiday season kicking off. While we didn’t celebrate Christmas, we were still influenced by human culture, watching their TV shows and movies. Many pack members had adapted the Christmas customs by setting up decorated trees in their homes and putting lights up outside for the winter solstice and New Year’s. It was a joyful time of year, and this winter would be more special than usual for me.

I was with Jack one evening, doing a loop outside the border in our wolf forms during my patrol run, when we took a break to chat.

“You know, I don’t like how they just kidnapped and killed Jimmy, and we haven’t seen or heard anything since. It’s making me very suspicious,” I mindlinked Jack.

“It is pretty sus,” he agreed.

“I’ve reached out to the other packs, but there haven’t been any other incidents since.”

When he didn’t respond, I glanced over to find that