The pack survived

Luciano Polenta spent a night and a day in Abby Brown's place. Alone and famished, he ended up eating a pie from the fridge without wondering what was in there. Surely not beef. And, most likely, not even cheese.

«That goat,» he murmured. «She eats only grass.»

He spent some more hours on the sofa, waiting for inspiration. At that time, Woods must have gone back to Norwich... It was time to go back home, wasn't it?

He collected the few things he had with him and walked out, taking his car and driving back to Mayford. He parked not far from the pack quarters and sniffed the air in search of clues.

His pack seemed to be there, which meant they were waiting for him to come back. He sniggered while taking the first few steps. Woods thought he could win just like that, but he couldn't if he didn't reach the Alpha. Luciano had been missing long enough; it was time to regain control over his pack. In just two days, they shouldn't have forgotten about him.