Chapter 20

One day later, Archer and I sat on the couch while I directed Grady on how to mix the poison concoction. Since Archer was still recovering from his bite wound, he couldn't do much else other than entertain Sasha. He had a ball that he'd throw at her, and she'd chase it and trip over it with her clumsy, short legs. I wished I could've watched her from a distance and not right up close through her eyes because all the bouncing she did during her mad dashes triggered a constant spin in my stomach. 

So I sat back with my eyes closed, twirled my wet hair over my shoulder - from a looong, hot bath - and listened. Archer's loving voice as he praised Sasha. Grady's patience with the pup when she got twisted up in his legs as he moved from the table to the pot over the fire. The three of them were a family, easy with each other and close like I supposed a wolf pack would really be. Maybe even closer than Jade, Lee, and me. Certainly closer than I was to Baba.