Chapter 13
The silence within the SUV grated after a while, and I responded the same way I’d done when given the silent treatment over breakfast that morning. I pulled out my phone and contacted the one male in my life who was always up for a chat—my dad.
Thankfully for the sake of my sore heart, Wolfie picked up after a single ring, having clearly been waiting for my call. “Still no luck on the license plate,” my favorite alpha informed me, his familiar voice bringing a smile to my lips despite his business-like tone. Then his voice warmed as he added, “Have you eaten your cupcake yet?”
Which was when I realized the very important item I’d forgotten in the midst of the day’s drama. I’d gone to work with my aunt’s throwing knives strapped to my skin then had regained the remainder of my
