Chapter 26
The naval base looked smaller and older than I remembered. I’d only been gone for a little over a week, but in the interim I’d become used to the scent of danger hovering around werewolf establishments. I’d become used to the complexities and power plays and potential of shifter-kind.
Walking down the paved, tree-lined streets with nothing but the scent of humans on the air, in fact, now felt more than a little boring.
I was far from bored, though, when I shifted the pizza box into my left hand so I could rap firmly on the door I was used to thinking of as my own. Beyond the wooden barrier, my crew shouted insults at the flat-screen TV while the hopsy aroma of beer mingled with the salt of snacks to prove that sports night was well underway.
I was tempted to double-time it b
