Chapter 9
So that was why I hadn’t seen any other tiny pups scampering through clan central. I took another look at Curly and realized that the youngster was probably less than a year old, his life apparently saved by the change of leadership that had occurred after Gunner’s father died.
“Don’t you think...?” I started, not sure how I was going to sway someone so mired in the past that he failed to realize a shifter in wolf form was still very much human. But before I could get my thoughts together, a woman around Becky’s age darted out of the crowd and began screaming at the male who’d recently spoken.
“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? To return to the Dark Ages? Not that we aren’t there already. Who says I have to find a mate before I can enjoy bacon? Who do you think cooked all of
