C27 CHAPTER 27

He entered the room. And stopped dead in his tracks. Across the room was Danica balancing on one of the dining chairs as she used a feather duster to tackle non-existent cobwebs. But it wasn’t Danica. Danica was life and fire and sensuality and adorable sarcasm. She was not quiet or expressionless or withdrawn or robotic.

Most of the pack, even Lindy