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ROB
Boyd pulled up in his pickup truck and whistled. He might be my little brother, but I flipped him the bird through the upstairs window. I finished tucking my shirt in. I’d just showered and changed for the pack meeting.
It was the new moon, so a good time to discuss business or resolve any disputes. A time when wisdom prevailed instead of the hot-headedness and passion of the full moon. Especially mine. Every full moon was hell, my wolf pushing me to mate. I ran and ran hard. Thank f**k, I’d been able to run with Colton last time. He’d been worse off than me, pushing me almost past my endurance. It had helped. I could focus now, be the alpha the pack expected.
I went downstairs and out to the truck, setting my hat on top of my damp hair. “Get some f*****g manners. You don’t whist
