“You and me both. I’ll never risk the safety of my wolves over a human. This one is under my protection, but that’s all. My wolf took a shine to her.” s**t, that sounds even more suspicious. My wolf has no business sniffing around a human. Shifters mate shifters. End of story.
I crack my knuckles again, rubbing my tattoos. Full moon makes me antsy. I’m not a newbie who has to shift, but the desire is there.
“I’m heading out. Tell Trey and Jared no after-work party, or they’ll be on dish duty for a month.”
“Right, boss.” Tank tilts his head, showing his neck a little in deference. He doesn’t argue, or point out that my explanation of who Amber is and what she means to me falls short. Wolf packs aren’t democracies. My word is law. All the more reason not to be an asshole like my father.
