Cup o’ Sugar
By Ofelia Gränd
Roarak Halfhide of the Halfhide pack grabbed the hem of his T-shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. “I’ve had enough. Let’s call it a day.”
He dropped his hammer on the ground and unbuckled the tool belt. The sweltering heat made him dizzy. If it didn’t rain soon, he’d go mad.
“Are you sure?” Zev Nightfall, Roarak’s beta, was staring at the playhouse they’d been hired to build. “There’s not much left, a couple of hours overtime and we’ll be done.” His icy blue eyes met Roarak’s for a moment before looking away as any lower-ranking wolf should. Some had a hard time meeting his gaze at all, but Zev was strong, and he glanced away out of respect, not because he had to.
The Halfhide pack was small and most of the neighboring packs didn’t acknowledge them a
