LAST TIME I’D VISITED the pack’s ‘safe’ apartment had been to talk Jem into coming home after she’d walked out on the pack. Standing outside D3, hand poised to knock, shouldn’t have seemed much different to then. After all, I’d come to find a female, one I needed to convince. So, why did I feel so much more concerned I’d never get Shelley to listen? Why did it feel as though my future rode on getting her to answer the door?
Because it does.
Taking a deep breath, I rapped a couple of times with my knuckles.
Silence preceded the faint shuffle of feet across carpet, the rattle of a security chain, a twist of the key and catch.
The door opened, and Shelley stared up at me, her green eyes unreadable, lips slightly parted.
My heart thudded just at the sight of her, banging out its approval
