“You’re not sure if you need clothes or not?”
A laugh rippled through me even though I wanted to cry. “I don’t know if I can do this stupid show. Those females, they…”
I took a deep breath and looked up. “I’m not like them.”
“How do you know that if you’ve never met them?” He wheeled his chair closer to my bed.
“Have you actually seen the show?” I asked. “They’re all candidates from the major packs. Alpha groupies with higher ranks and money to spare on clothes and things. I don’t know why Trenton got an invitation. I don’t think it’s just me either. The three of us are going to be a joke.”
And maybe that was the point.
Did the producers need some comic relief?
“I can’t say I know about all that. But I don’t think this is a joke.” His chest puffed out a bit like it always did when I
