Chapter 15
“Well that was a waste of a long drive,” I said as the Brooks clan’s gate clanged shut in our faces the next afternoon. I could only guess that this South Carolina pack boasted video surveillance and remote gate operation, otherwise the timing of our expulsion would have been just too darned coincidental. Still... “They couldn’t have at least come out in person to tell us we aren’t welcome inside?”
“Typical pack-leader snobbery,” Hunter responded with a shrug. He’d taken the rejection better than I managed to, calmly turning our vehicle around to head back toward the main highway without bothering to gripe or fume. “On to the Acres clan?”
I hesitated, unsure whether it was worth driving five hours to speak with a less likely pack leader when my top contender for that all-impo
