“Bridget was half asleep when she gave the orders. One wolf snapped back, and now he’s on the northern patrol for a month. Nobody else complained after that. Apparently northern patrol is cold, isolated, and has s**t electricity.”
“One more wolf who is going to want me dead. Eh, I guess that’s par for the course.” I pulled out my key. “Well, let’s see how it looks.”
Unlocking it, I held my breath and walked in. There was a fresh can of paint on the walls, and the windows gleamed. No new furniture, but that would take more time. “I’m going to go upstairs,” I said softly. “Do you need to go clear it or something?”
“I’ll go with you, and if it’s clear, I’ll give you whatever time you need.”
He led the way, but I could smell it even before we entered the room. Troy had the walls painted so
