Chapter 19
When I dragged my dirty, battered, and exhausted body back through the hotel-room door that afternoon, all I wanted was a shower. Hot water, fluffy towels, clean sheets—the promised trio sounded near miraculous after five hours of heavy sparring and the momentous pleasure that had come before.
But the expressions on my pack mates’ faces proved that the comforts of home would have to wait. Flicking my attention from shifter to shifter, I traced their displeasure, anger, and worry back to its source.
At the epicenter of the discontent, I wasn’t at all surprised to find Ginger holding her cell phone out toward me while shooting virtual daggers at my companion. Yep, our ill-fated vote yesterday hadn’t done pack cohesion any favors.
When I saw the image on the trouble twin’s smal
