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The Kings had adapted quickly to our teachings. While they worked independently, it always helped to have someone around to oversee the project. Dom and another group of male wolves raised one of the four walls of what would be a cabin. When one side dipped, I stepped in to keep the frame level.

No verbal instructions needed to be exchanged. I held up my end of the frame, Dom held the other side, and a couple of wolves inserted drills and nails into the structure to keep it from falling again. It was an hour of hard, mindless work, which turned out to be exactly what I needed to sort out my feelings about Bryn’s pregnancy.

I was overjoyed. In fact, I could have howled about how fucking ecstatic I was that we were about to have a pup. I’d always wanted to be a father, and I didn’t even care about its gender; I just loved knowing there would be a pup in the near future who would carry on my line. The timing was a little inconvenient, but Bryn and I hadn’t used protection after the first