2
Jackson
I sense the moment Kylie enters the building. Even if I hadn’t already known it was her first day at SeCure, I wouldn’t have missed her presence. My wolf senses prickle. A growl rises in my throat. Swallowing it back down, I move from my desk and pace to the wall-to-wall windows, gazing out at the Catalina foothills. My collar is suddenly too tight. I want to shed my clothes, take my wolf form. I want to run. To howl. To hunt.
When Tucson courted SeCure to move our headquarters to the city, I played hardball, pressing for tax advantages and new roads to the proposed location. But, in truth, it was a no-brainer. Tucson is perfect for a shifter—nestled between three mountain ranges, with a population of only a million, it gives me quick access to wilderness while retaining all t
