Chapter 20
I expected my boss to be pissed, but he was apparently used to Angelica’s wayward nature. Rather than being sent home—which wasn’t exactly feasible given our distance from clan headquarters—Blue-eyes was merely shunted to the front to ride alongside the driver.
And even though Stormwinder didn’t speak to me for the remainder of the journey, his inner wolf didn’t appear to be particularly angry about the preceding events either. Instead, he’d drawn his civilized-gentleman facade back up around his shoulders by the time we pulled up in front of a seemingly empty field.
“This is the peacekeeping grounds?” I couldn’t help asking. The landscape in front of us looked like an overgrown pasture in need of a bush hog. Surely it couldn’t be the werewolf equivalent of the Supreme Court?
