Dean’s POV
Feeling nervous, I adjust the tie that I can’t seem to get loose enough to not feel as if it is choking me, and glance in the rear mirror again.
I had better enjoy the blissful emptiness inside my head now, because in about half an hour, nearly a thousand pack members' thoughts will be constantly trying to break into my head.
Needing instructions, advice, training…
So much for the carefree lifestyle I have enjoyed for the past three years.
“Dean! Hey you loser, stop!”
This is so not what I need right now.
Looking over my shoulder, I see Staci waving at me, trying to catch me in her own golf cart, and I slow down just a bit.
“Staci, I can’t stop. I’m in a hurry.”
She glares at me as her golf cart pulls up next to mine, nearly swinging into the side of it.
“Hey, watch it
