I sat with Gabrielle and Alistair in the first of what promised to be many “how to be an Alpha” teaching sessions. My mind kept wandering, though. Both Gabrielle and Karleen had been thoroughly unhelpful when I asked them about still smelling pet shampoo, and the scent persisted… even across laundry runs and human showers and baths. The thought occurred to me that, perhaps, I asked the wrong women. The situation had all the hallmarks of my sister.
My cell phone rang, and that was such an odd occurrence that I checked it. Grandma. Why would Grandma being calling me? We talked just the night before, and it was usually a couple days between calls for us. I apologized to Gabrielle and Alistair, then accepted the call.
“Hi, Grandma. What’s up?”
“Wyatt, is your sister with you?”
I frowned. “
