12
Quentin
The ride back to the city was depressingly silent. I kept looking over to the passenger seat. I had missed her terrible sing-alongs with the radio. I scoffed at the idea. Me, miss something? It was laughable. The things I desired had always been superficial. It was what I knew. Now I missed something no amount of money could buy.
Checking the rearview mirror for the tenth time since pulling away, as if I could see the cabin I left behind, and I shook my head. I wasn’t some desperate male who pined after the idea of finding their mate. I had been planning on mating a woman of breed. And now I found myself becoming attached to a latent, without even knowing her animal. I shook my head.
I had a job to do.
This wasn’t just a revenge mission. These shifters couldn’t be allowed t
