Chapter Seven
Twelve Years Ago
Trey
I pull my beat up motorcycle around to the side exit of Wolf Ridge High and lean on one foot, waiting. Sheridan comes out alone and heads straight for me, not like she’s happy to see me, more like she’s eager to put distance between her and school.
Her expression is closed and she doesn’t smile or kiss me before she swings a muscular thigh over the back of my bike and climbs on.
Something’s eating her.
I’m a quiet guy myself, so I don’t waste words on asking about it now. She’ll tell me when she’s ready.
I hand her a helmet and wait until it’s on before I take off. I decide to skip our usual haunts—Vitale’s pizza or Wolf Ridge Cafe—and drive straight for the mountains.
I know when I’m out of sorts, letting my wolf out heals me. Once we take the t
