Arlene's POV
The Ironwolves Moon pack stretches across the coastline like something from a luxury travel magazine. Despite its ancient roots, everything here screams modern sophistication. Mylo and Isabel decided to accompany us, given their alliance with this pack. Everyone understands I'm still learning the ropes, so they've agreed to let Warner handle the negotiations. After all, Rockford will inherit everything when he reaches twenty-one. We're just waiting for the Alpha King's official blessing now.
My son practically vibrates with excitement. I caught the way his face lit up during our drive from the airport, eyes drinking in every detail of the packhouse grounds. Nicholson shares my indifference. She'd rather stick close to me and explore quietly. The constant attention from pack members makes her uncomfortable.
"You look much healthier than our last encounter." The familiar voice stops me cold. I'd forgotten her name completely. My mother's so-called best friend.
