“So, what is it that's so important that you have to tell me in person?” Jesse growled, backing away from the other man slightly. He'd never liked the big man. As far as Shifters went, Crichton was as slimy as they came. Most Shifters preferred to come at things the head on way. Not Crichton. He'd almost singlehandedly taken down the entire Forest.
In the end, the Forest had been all but destroyed. The men were split. Peterson was dead. It was all politics, of course. It wasn't really Crichton's fault—he was just doing what he was told.
Keep telling yourself that, Jesse. Keep telling yourself anything that'll let you sleep easier at night. Because you're getting involved with Crichton—and that's never been a good idea.
Why had he called the man back, anyway?
It's because you
