Don’t panic. It’s just a nest.
I closed the lid on my gram’s trunk and lifted the heavy wood box. I think I had everything I needed. In middle school, we had to design and take a photo of our nest for extra credit. It wasn’t much different than that.
Except this was on national television and everyone was going to judge our private spaces. But I guess we gave up those rights when we signed the contract.
I don’t like this. My wolf was amped up and pacing.
Chill out. You’re making me nervous. I hoisted the trunk onto my hip and left the room.
The elevator dinged and a very sloppy looking Jesse came spilling out, smelling like the bottom of a bar room floor.
“I’m sorry I’m late. I swear she drugged me.” Jesse cringed under the fluorescent lights in the hall.
“Late for what?” I leaned a
