CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Well, well, well," Rogers laughed as he clapped in amusement. "I see you've just willingly come to us. Saves me time and tons of money, to be quite honest."
Nicole was disgusted. She hadn't seen this sorry excuse of a man in years but she couldn't explain what would possess her or any other she-wolf to want to mate with this...sorry excuse of a wolf. He was old enough to be her father and it showed on his face. He was probably in his late fifties by the number of wrinkles that sculpted his face. Her father, however, couldn't look her in the eye. If she hadn't hated him before, she did at that moment.
"I didn't expect you to join the party so early. I might have planned a barbeque," Rogers laughed, moving closer to Nicole. It was in that instant that Nicole realized her
