Even if it killed me.
Ink arched one eyebrow at me, and Macbeth narrowed his eyes slightly. “Let the record show that I don’t trust the expression on your face right now. I know that expression, Rossetta.”
River smiled beatifically, ready and willing to misbehave. “So do I.”
When it came to the ins and outs of werewolf politics, my resources were severely limited. Of the members of our pack, fourteen had been the taught the ways of the world by a Rabid, two were infants, two had spent their lives as peripherals, one had been a werewolf for less than a year, and the remaining three were Macbeth, Ali, and me.
Long story short: it wasn’t like I had a werewolf Yoda to show me the ropes. My best bet in our pack was probably Mitch, and if he had information he wanted to share, he would have
