I kept zooming in on the photo Diane had posted.The mansion in the background was in the most exclusive neighborhood in pack territory.The homes were worth millions of dollars and were available only for purchase, never rent.My fingertips went ice cold.Right after we became mates, Ron had slumped in front of me and confessed that his investments had gone south, leaving him buried in debt.He'd slapped himself across the face, his expression twisted with shame, calling himself a disgrace to the pack.My heart broke for him. I sold everything I owned and worked five jobs a day, waking before dawn and collapsing after dark, saving every cent I could to pay off his debt.Even now, we were still living in a run-down rental.When I was most exhausted, I'd lean against his chest, look at photos of the neighborhood, and dream out loud."Someday, when we have money, we're buying a house there. With a huge floor-to-ceiling window so I can see the view whenever I want."Ron had run his finger
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