***Trey***
I left the pack house before Lauren texted me and made up some stories about being needed at home. Little does she know there is no home; I move around often, taking jobs no others want. I am a lone wolf; some may even say I'm a rogue. I make sure to carry spray with me to mask the smell. I know her one friend seems to put up on me. The spray gives me an odd scent, but it still keeps me smelling like a wolf,
I wanted to pass this up when I got all the information, and it dealt with high school. I was too old for this, but I could still pull it off, which shocked me. I mean, im twenty-nine, and im having to act like im back in my teenage years; how fun,
I was not expecting Lauren; I read over the file and figured she was a spoiled brat acting out and not wanting to face the
