“They did what?” My heart thumped against my chest like it wanted to abandon me and take up residence somewhere else, and quite frankly, I didn’t blame it. I felt… I felt… I didn’t know what I felt. Panic? Absolutely, and it blotted out whatever else I may have felt about my sudden elevation in Precious’s society. “Didn’t they realize I don’t know anything about being a shifter? How am I even remotely qualified to be an Alpha?”
I couldn’t decide whether to put my head down on Alistair’s desk and try to hide or high tail it out of Precious as fast my feet—or paws—will carry me. Grandma and Grandpa would let me hide out at home, right?
“Lad, for what it’s worth,” Alistair began, his tone resembling Grandpa’s when I was too keyed up to sleep, “the laws and traditions aren’t exactly brimming
