Candace
The cool afternoon air kissed my face the moment we stepped off the jet, and for one second I heaved a sigh of relief. It was ironic I never thought I would be so glad to be back in this pack, but just a week in Paris and I had gotten suffocated.
"Welcome back, Alphas."
Four guards wearing the Pack guard vests stood outside the private jet, their hands raised in salute as we descended the stairs. Cookie barked in my arms at the men dressed in black uniforms and I chuckled, stroking her fur.
"Easy, girl."
I had found her when I had to pick up somethings from the sty on the day we left for their honeymoon.
"You and that mutt get the fuck out of the way," Ryker growled behind me.
