Chapter 32
“Alpha, may I speak?”
I’d never before seen Gunner’s inner circle so tentative around him. But I wasn’t entirely surprised by Tank’s behavior either, not after Gunner had nearly bitten off his head when the lawyer made the egregious mistake of...offering me the passenger seat. Tank probably had no idea why the scratches on his shoulders meant he was no longer trusted to sit or stand behind me. Sometime soon, I’d have to pull him aside and clue him in.
Not right now though. Because Gunner was growling permission for further conversation even as he steered us off clan central’s small gravel driveway and onto a paved, two-lane road. Pressing hard on the gas pedal, he zipped up to and past the speed limit in a matter of seconds. Then, when Tank still hesitated, he bit out: “Speak
