Page 40 of A Bear's Secret

You don’t even know that Scarlet shot the kid, he thought to himself. Maybe they’ll run fingerprints or something and it’ll prove that it wasn’t her.

He didn’t even believe it himself. He wasn’t sure how he knew, but he was dead certain that his sister had shot a young man in the woods. She’d probably thought that he was dead, or close enough.

She can’t even do this right, he thought. He took a deep breath.

Family, pack, self.

Maybe we can choose our own family,he thought.

For a moment he flashed back to the moments at the lookout, sharing a sandwich with Austin and Sloane, and how utterly right that felt.

They’re my family, he thought. Fuck it. I’m going to the cops.

He tossed a few more shirts into the duffel bag, then slid it under his bed. He’d have to wait until late that night to leave, but his mind was made up.

Just as he was about to leave his bedroom and go downstairs for dinner, there was a knock at his door, and he opened it.

His father stood there. The two men were exactly the same height, and Trevor saw his own gray eyes staring back at him.

Then his father half-smiled, a smile that didn’t entirely register on his face.

“Pack meeting,” Buck said.

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