The Broken Warrior's Daughter
After dinner, we sat outside for a while, enjoying the evening air before retiring to our room.
“Rik said you had an idea for the pack’s name. What were you thinking?” Grace asks me as we settle into bed. I pull her against me, so her back is flush against my front, curling my arm around her waist before answering.
“I wanted to see what you thought. Most packs are named for the area they are in, or some significant landmark on their pack lands. But…..”
“But?” She says, turning and looking at me over her shoulder.
“I was thinking we could call it Safe Haven. I know it’s not typical…” I rush to continue, but she stops me.