Chapter 6
Patricia left my house with a bounce in her step just as my phone rang. I glanced at the screen and frowned. Think of the devil and he’ll call you—it was Dad.
Pack, my wolf whispered.
Not likely. Still, I tapped the accept button. “Dad?”
“Olivia.”
His voice was a growl. So...not a pleasure call.
“Have I taught you nothing?” my father continued without wading through further greetings. “I hear you’re buddy-buddy with our nation’s president. That you visited him three days ago. I looked like an i***t on the golf course when an acquaintance knew more about your whereabouts than I did.”
“I didn’t think...” That you’d want to come along and talk about werewolves, I almost finished. That was the honest truth. But there was no place for honesty in our relationship.
“You never th
