Fighting His Hold

POV: Echo

Relief coursed through me as we finally made our way into our bedroom. Slipping my shoes off, I slid my way under the covers of our bed, sighing as I stretched out my tense muscles. Lunch with Granny Maeve was surprisingly pleasant, and she didn’t ask a single question about my past like I’d been worried she might.

Instead, she had filled the time telling me a bit more about the pack, and some of their general habits. Some of it I had come to realize on my own since arriving, like the meals in the dining hall. Other things, like the game nights they held each Saturday evening in the rec room at the pack house, I hadn’t expected.

Thinking about it, the only activity that anyone in Red Stone ever seemed interested in doing together was finding some way to hurt me. Many of the wolves there were focused on their own benefit, and not on the benefit of the pack. Blood Moon’s focus on the pack seemed to make a lot more sense than everyone being out for themselves.

I felt the bed