I study them, feeling reluctant, “I don’t think Austin will like that. Are you—"
“Some of the juveniles have been talking and they have nothing but good things to say about you, so we decided to reach out.”
They’re being quite vague, and I don’t know what to make of it.
It’s Jess who speaks up. “I’ll just get right to it. Can you help us find jobs?”
I blink. “What?”
“Jobs we can do without any experience,” Bertha clarifies.
“I don’t understand.” I look among the women, who are a little older than me, I realize. “Don’t you have pack-owned businesses in town? Shouldn’t you be working there?”
Their faces tense up, and they all exchange looks. “W-we can’t.”
“What do you mean?”
Anna’s expression is downcast. “Females aren’t really allowed to work in our pack. Some of us have t
