“It’s kind of a family business,” I said. “The whole pack pitches in to help.”
“You make it sound like a charity project for displaced campers.” Cindy rolled her eyes.
“Not every shifter is a hardened criminal,” I hurried to explain. “Some of them got the short end of the stick or they’re just trying to do their time in peace.”
We need to leave. My wolf started growling a low warning sound as the shifters around me burst into laughter. I could feel how red my cheeks were, wondering what I’d said that was so funny. I reached for my martini glass to give my hands something to do and found it empty already.
“No, I get it.” Chad leaned forward, pushing out some dominant Alpha vibes that made everyone quiet down. “The shifter community deals with a lot of prejudice. It’s not fair to assume
