Titus
Sunny and I meet the Taos wolves at the appointed time and place.
“Hi, guys!” Sunny beams that bright smile and waves from the doorway.
Four of them sit at a table in the back corner, sharing a couple pitchers of beer. It’s the same three from earlier today and one more who also appears military-trained.
They look over. Rafe barely acknowledges us with a slight lift of his chin.
“Hey,” she tries again when we sit down. She leans across the table and sticks out her hand to the guy we don’t know. “I’m Sunny.”
He’s younger than the others, probably late twenties, with Captain America good-looks. “Channing.” His dimpled smile is just as bright as Sunny’s.
A low growl starts in my throat when he takes her hand and he immediately yanks it back. “No offense, silver.”
At first I thin
