The next morning, Skyler and I drove to Chrome & Fang together to tell Marcus. My palms were sweating despite the cool air, and I kept wiping them on my jeans.
"Hey." Skyler reached over and took my hand. "It's going to be fine. Marcus wants us both to be happy."
"I know. I just... the whole pack is going to know within hours. Everyone's going to have opinions."
"Let them. The only opinions that matter are yours and mine." He squeezed my hand. "We're doing this right, Wren. We have nothing to hide."
Marcus was in his office, reviewing inventory reports when we knocked. He looked up, took one look at our joined hands, and smiled.
"Well. This is an interesting development." He gestured for us to sit. "I take it you two have worked things out?"
"We're trying," I said. "Taking it slow. B
