Pack

STANLEY POV

I sigh as I lean my head against the stiff headrest of the rental car I made Finley get. I refused to ride in another airplane. It will add time to our trip, but really there isn't any rush for us. I can do most of my work from my laptop, and Finley just has the farm.

"This pack is a good size, roughly Fifty-five adult members, I believe. The Alpha sounded excited by our visit...practically eager," Finley says over the GPS as it instructs him to turn.

"How many females," I ask, and he shrugs.

"Probably not many that aren't mated, but he has daughters. His son has already mated. He takes over in a few years, so the daughters are free to leave. It sounds like the son wanted to enjoy the first few years of his relationship stress-free. The daughters are of age...Might be some hope there," Finley says, and I nod.

In my head, I grimace. Emma is an Alpha daughter, and my sister gives Alpha daughters a lousy name. They expect the world on a platter. They love being ca