Chapter Three
Twelve Years Ago
Sheridan
“I heard you’ve been hanging out with the Robson boy.” My mom brings this up casually over dinner, knowing full well it’s going to get my dad’s attention.
He stops chewing his steak and puts his fork down. “Pardon me?”
I roll my eyes and shove a forkful of steak in my mouth. “I hang out with a lot of kids.” Not a lie, but it is a pretty cowardly response. Trey means more to me than other wolves. And we’re not just hanging out—he’s my boyfriend.
My friends don’t get it. Trey isn’t alpha material. His mom is basically omega of this pack, and she’s lucky our alpha even let her stay in Wolf Ridge after her drunk of a husband caused all kinds of trouble with the human police.
But I know the truth. Trey may look like a rebel with his pierced lip and
