The afternoon air was warm, filled with the faint scent of flowering vines that climbed the stone walls of the garden. I tapped my fingers lightly against the table as Raye passed me a plate of sugared fruits.
"What kind of pack affairs?" I asked, biting into one of the candied plums. The sweetness burst across my tongue, but it didn't soothe the impatience simmering inside me. Four days without seeing Rion, and every hour made my nerves prickle sharper.
Raye brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "There's been ongoing construction for new homes in the Sixth District."
My brows knitted in curosity. "Construction? For what purpose?"
"To house the new people." She set her teacup down gently, the porcelain clinking against the saucer. "Some of them came from a ruined pack aboveground. They had nowhere else to go, so Alpha took them in."
That pulled me upright. "People from another pack? Why are they here? What's happening aboveground?"
