I was pretty nervous—and not just because of the risk of being found out during the interview. I’d not only lied about my name, which was now Hilda Spencer, but also tweaked a few details about where I came from.
What made it worse was the effect that this handsome, onyx-skinned doctor was having on me.
“White Fang Pack?” he asked, his voice somewhere between sensual and inquisitive. “I’ve never heard of it. Is it new?”
I swallowed hard and tried to appear as confident as I could, given the circumstances.
“Quite the opposite,” I said firmly, though a touch of nostalgia colored my tone. “White Fang has… perished. It was invaded by an enemy pack that wiped it off the map. We barely managed to escape…”
I feigned overwhelming sadness, summoning the memory of Ethan and the moment I rejecte
