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“You sure do,” the wolf replied before turning his attention to Logan. “We’re not just a furniture store. We run a crew that does in-house repairs and renovations, mostly for our senior wolves that need modifications, like lower counters, higher toilets, or anything to make it more comfortable for them to stay in their homes if they want too. We even install chair lifts. Rusty and his crew at the garage keep our UTVs and supply trucks rolling year-round. They also fix our equipment when it breaks.

Nodding, Logan put the card back in his wallet.

“Mason is going to circle back around and pick everything up,” the wolf said. “He’ll have it out to your place before six.”

“Oh, crap, we need to make one more stop!” Rusty blurted.

That had turned into three more stops, for bedding and then new stuffed animals, after Wren spotted the toy store window. They’d had Wren pick out one from each of them, and it was the only place he saw either of them using a card. They picked up meat at the butcher shop, but since Roark provided them with all their mutton, no cards were swiped there, either. It was just noted in the computer. Their system really was amazing and meant that everyone had a means of providing for their families.

Logan hadn’t seen a single fence anywhere, but the one thing he had noticed was the number of small gardens with beehives tucked in the corners of them. It was the kind of setup he’d always wanted and he hoped there would be space to have a small garden plot somewhere behind their new home.

Most of the houses had been built like hunting lodges out of logs and stone, like the two that suddenly came into view, located on opposite sides of the long driveway. A sprawling lawn lay on both sides of it too, with a row of trees off to the left, providing the perfect amount of shade for the assortment of children’s playthings that lie underneath them.

A sandbox. A kiddie pool filled with plastic balls. A twisted maze of large, round tunnels. Several miniature hammocks about four inches off the ground. The entire play space looked like it was designed to grow with the pups. They’d taken time and care to put it together, just like they had when they’d been selecting winter wear at the shop in town, another unplanned stop, but necessary after they started hearing whispers about a winter storm blowing in from the north.

Comet Lake was unbelievably generous to their incoming wolves, providing them with ten thousand credits, none of which he’d spent, as it turned out they had credit there too, since everything from scarves to sweaters to the mittens Wren had happily chosen were all made from wool provided by Roark’s sheep.

A man waved from a huge grill, smoke billowing around his head as they drove past, veering left, with Rusty still trailing behind them on the 4-wheeler. Roark hit a button on his phone, and the garage door opened in front of him, revealing plenty of space for Logan to park his car when the snow began to fly. Aside from two motorcycles parked side by side near the back, there were two snowmobiles lined up along the side, plus a second 4-wheeler, with plenty of space in the middle for the SUV and the Talladega.

Holy shit, this place was huge.

They’d had all of this built for themselves and two pups?

Unless they hadn’t intended to stop at two. Recalling what they’d said about there being a shortage of adoptive families, he could easily picture them having extra rooms built just to ensure they had the space if they were given the opportunity to expand their brood.

They were going to be good for Wren, he could feel it in his gut. Everything about this pack was going to be good for them both.

“Here we are, ready to go pick your room so we know where to put the furniture?” Roark asked. “It should be here any time now.”

“Yay.”

“And it smells like Charlie has supper just about done, so we’ll be ready to eat right after,” Roark explained as Rusty parked his 4-Wheeler in front of the snowmobiles. “You’ll be able to meet the rest of the family over supper.”

“Sounds good to me,” Logan said, following him.

They stepped into a spacious kitchen with a stone pizza oven and six-burner range with a double oven too, then they stepped through a doorway and into a wide living room that took up the whole space. He rounded a corner, and down a flight of stairs they went, Roark turning on lights, though they could all see just fine without them.

“The three rooms on the left are empty,” Roark explained. “Take a look and see which one you like the best.”

Wren took off, while they trailed behind as Wren ducked into the first bedroom.

“Our bedroom and the nursery are to the right,” Roark explained. “There’s a pullout couch upstairs too, if you’re more comfortable starting off there. We hadn’t gotten around to creating a guest room yet since we haven’t had a need for one yet.

“I think I’d prefer that, thanks,” Logan replied.

“We’ll make it up for you once we get Wren’s room settled.”

Logan watched Wren run in and out of all the rooms, then run back to the middle one, silence following. When Logan reached the doorway, he could see why they were so enthralled by it. One wall had a large bay window with a platform built for sunning, reading, or napping, stretching across the front of it, with bookcase shelves built beneath it, waiting to be filled.

“I love this one,” Wren said.

“Then it’s yours,” Rusty said, startling Wren.

When Logan turned, he saw his new mate standing behind him with a soft smile on his face.

“I brought everything in,” Rusty said, “and got a load of bedding started. It’ll be tight, but I think we can get the first batch finished before they’re ready to crash for the night.”

“You guys really went above and beyond for Wren today,” Logan said. “Thank you.”