Wren's POV
I typed, "Not back yet?"
"Hmm, the neighbors said they haven't seen her come back; maybe she felt guilty and ran away."
"What about other places? Has anyone seen her?"
"No, Wren, she hasn't come back to our pack."
How could this be?
When I met Clover nine years ago, she was a rogue who was often bullied and had no parents. Where could she go?
Adalyn's message coincided with my thoughts. "Maybe she left the pack because of what she did."
My hand holding the phone tightened involuntarily.
This was the result I had been worried about since inviting Clover to our pack. I could tell that she was extremely uncomfortable, but she still smiled and told me she was fine and happy, pretending to adapt very quickly.
Fortunately, this stage didn't last long, and she soon became accustomed to life in the pack, and I finally relaxed.