Prue The next day I decided silence was overrated. If I had to be trapped in this car again, I might as well make the best of it. At first, Andrew’s Beta and Delta – John and Greg – had seemed like nothing more than his loyal lapdogs, always hanging around, following orders, laughing at his dumb jokes. Puppets. But then again… maybe puppets could be useful. I didn’t know a damn thing about how this whole pack life actually worked. Who was who, what the rules were, how not to accidentally insult some big wolf and end up on the wrong side of the food chain. Being friendly with the high ranks could come in handy. And, honestly, what better way to mess with the Mighty Alpha Boy than by charming his closest allies right under his nose? So when John gave me a casual smile from the back seat,

