We hadn’t been best friends by any means, but we hadn’t ended on some kind of teenage drama-fueled bad note either. The last time I saw her was the summer of her eighteenth birthday when she presented as a beta. I was two years younger than her and eager to hear firsthand what it was like to come into your wolf. My excitement for her was met with irritation and open hostility over the whole thing. For the rest of her visit that summer, she’d sulked and bit the head off anyone who dared to ask her about her first shift. I remember leaving my post as her cruise director and taking off to the creek to hang out with another friend instead of dealing with that temperamental bullshit. That night when I’d returned home, Mom had let me know the McNamaras had left the territory. For the next two ye
