The first few days after Pocket arrived here were a whirlwind. So many pups wanted to greet her that we didn’t have time to go home. But, finally, Pocket being here became routine, as it has at your house, and that is the most troubling time. I brought Pocket to our cottage on the river where we live with Blake, our pack leader, who takes care of us, Jax Gallagher, my trouble-making brother, Copper, my shy, self-conscious sister, and tiny Skye, a forever puppy. I had worked miracles with Pocket for years, not just to keep her on the mortal side, but to keep her from me. I hate when I have to add a room at our cottage. I had to replant the rhododendron . I showed Pocket her room. I had it built by my many minions to exact specifications. It had her squished kitty condo (she used to sleep in it, but, like Snoopy, she began climbing on top of it, unaware it could not support her slight weight); the little chair and red blanket she snuggled on; her red ball, her