Nash
Getting back to my normal schedule, and my normal routine was proving practically impossible. No matter where I was, at the gym, at the office, on assignment, all I could think about was Daphne. All I could see was her face. At night I dreamed about her, sometimes, sweet, sexy dreams, and other times, horrible nightmares.
I’d done as much research as I possibly could into the Valiant Mountain pack, but they were a closed pack, and there was little information leaked about them. From what I had dug up, I knew they were strong, one of the strongest in the state, and that their security was world-renowned. “The Fort Knox of Wolf Packs” one journalist had written. Although they did have trade relations with neighboring packs, it was an established fact, that they could be, if necessary,
