Chapter 24
I crouched on the iron railing, bare feet curled around peeling paint. It was four days later, the majority of the intervening period having been spent in lupine form evading human eyes as I loped toward my goal. Two hundred and fifty miles might not feel terribly far as the car drives, but my pads were royally sore and my stomach was growling by the time I reached the Gray clan home.
I’d arrived the previous afternoon, actually, but I knew I couldn’t dive straight into my intended meeting buck n***d. Instead, I’d broken into a thrift store to cover my bare a*s, wishing I had something to leave behind by way of payment and apology.
Yet another point in favor of remaining an enforcer, I thought, my mouth twisting sardonically to one side. I was burning bridges like crazy, esch
