Chapter FourI SPENT THE NEXT few days eating, sleeping, and dividing whatever time was left between soaking in a hot tub and massages. The masseuses they had here were plucked right out of heaven. Their divine hands would uncoil every bit of errant tension and relax my muscles until my entire body was made of jelly. It made for dreamless sleep and fewer worries.
I’d spoken to my father, but only briefly, as even after a few sweeps he was still paranoid about our phones being tapped. Other than people he trusted with his life and a pack that would have killed themselves rather than return to their motherland, all Russian werewolves had been exiled from Mongolia. A bit much, I thought at first. Then I remembered that they’d tried to assassinate their own beta and stopped questioning my alph
