“I...” I STARTED TO say I was sorry to have led Ginger on. But I hadn’t led her on, at least not purposefully. I’d just assumed she enjoyed filling her position of power within our pack. I’d merely treated her like a girl friend.
A friend who’s a girl, that is. Not a girlfriend.
Ack! I was beginning to see why Ginger might have been confused by the whole situation.
“But you’re always flirting with guys,” I said finally, trying to understand. “That whole bar full of outpack males last night. Quill. Everyone.”
“I was just trying to get your attention,” the teenager muttered, eyes averted.
Abruptly, I felt sorry for her. Ginger was a pack princess and had almost certainly been cosseted her entire life. While I only had two additional years on her, my halfie heritage and the months I’d sp
