Present
Sheridan
The pack clubhouse—aka Garrett’s nightclub Eclipse—is wall-to-wall stuffed with leather-clad wolves. I sneak in the back, ignoring ugly looks and burrowing deep into Trey’s jacket. I’d hoped the Tucson wolves had mostly forgiven me for what I’d done to them twelve years ago. Guess I was wrong.
“Why is she here?” one grumbles to his friends. Another shakes his head, looking straight at me, not bothering to hide his disgust. “Sad to see a wolf act like a rat.”
Wolf Ridge basically shot itself in the foot kicking out Garrett, Trey and Jared, because nearly every young virile wolf in our generation and after followed them to Tucson. That’s part of the reason I’m so high up in the pack—a female. Fifteen years ago it would’ve been unheard of. It should be Garrett poised to t
