“Wolf At The Door” excerpt.

It all started with a phone call from London.

A homecoming is always greatly welcome, a nice break from the monotony of the year.

We all waited for her to arrive, the elder wolves seated around the mahjong table, talking about previous hunts and bragging about their kills, the younger pups playing soccer in the garden. The entire clan was there. The pack looks after its own.

I noticed Mother airing the guest room. “Huh?”

“She said that she was bringing a friend. Another student.” Mother’s eyes gleamed and I could swear that she was thinking “boyfriend.” I had to suppress a grin: Father and Mother were getting old and their time as alphas was ending. They probably couldn’t wait for their replacements to take over the duties of pack leadership.

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