Chapter 137

author pov The pack slept. It was eerily quiet across the pack lands. The witches had cast a protection spell that hid the lands and protected the pack while their evolution took place. Anyone who would stumble onto the land or be out looking for them would become confused and turn around. If that did not work, the gods would help the intruder move on in other ways. Everyone worked in shifts to protect these wolves and the process they endured in their sleep. Bob was walking through the gardens; they reminded him of his mother's garden when he was a little boy. His mother could grow anything, and she grew the most beautiful flowers. But her beauty outshined anything she could produce. It was his mother's beauty that drew the one that killed her and created him. Shaking his head, he let go of the memory as quickly as it entered his mind. That was for another day, not for a day like this. Where the peace intermixed with the magic of Mother Earth and her creations. Walking along the paths that intertwined with the pack lands, he noticed the half-finished structures and the half-tilled farmland. He made a mental note to discuss with the others a plan to finish the work the wolves had begun. They would still need buildings, food, and everything else necessary to support them.