Nash
I follow Denali’s beat up hatchback through town. She’s hiding something. Normally I wouldn’t stalk a female, but my lion insists. She’s my mate. Even if I’m in no shape to take care of her.
She’s done well for herself. From the information Sam forwarded, she has her own small business running errands and taking care of homebound elderly. She pays most everything in cash. Still living mostly under the radar.
Her old car runs a yellow light and I pull through a gas station parking lot to keep her in my sights. She wasn’t kidding about being late. Either that she drives like a maniac. No matter. I catch up with her easily, almost pulling flush with her car. She doesn’t notice me following her. A little frown of concentration mars her forehead.
My lion admires her. He hasn’t been thi
