15
By the time Wyatt made it back to his place, he was ready to have a beer or fifty and pass out. Unfortunately, Damon was sitting at the table outside, and by the look on his face, he wanted to talk.
“Where’s Nancy?” Damon asked the moment Wyatt reached the table.
Wyatt sat down and glanced back into the shadows he’d come from. “Don’t worry. I sent her away.”
“Why the f**k’d you do that?”
“What?” Wyatt turned his head sharply to look at Damon.
“She came all this way and you decided to be a d**k?” He scrubbed a hand down his face. “Unbelievable.”
“Unbelievable? She’s a human. She can’t be around the pack. You know that. Rules are rules.”
Damon arched a brow. “The rules, sure. All that says is you need permission to bring her in. Permission that you should be out getting right now
