That delicious little she-wolf was snuggled right up to me after she had worked me out like she was going to get a bonus for it. I knew she was going to be a social climber when I met her. She would be going nowhere with me, but I would be letting her try over and over again before I would let her know that. She was pretty good in bed, and really attractive, but she had an agenda that, unfortunately for her, would never be achieved with me. She was griping about her former pack and her former boyfriend, and I was not listening, because I was thinking about round two, when she said the magic word, “Peyton”.
I started listening to her complain, and then I started to ask her some easy questions. What did she look like? Where did she come from? Why was she at Ever Green? All the questions we
