Page 117 of Wolf Roulette

Hairy exited the vehicle with another werewolf I’d seen around.

“Essie.” Hairy crouched down.

She leaped at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He patted her back and held her as the other beta picked up Sascha’s ride by himself and placed it on the tray.

Hairy glanced at me. “Thanks, Andie. This is becoming a habit.”

Looked like it. “Not a problem. Essie?” I waited until she looked up. “You’re always welcome to phone me if you need to talk. But I don’t want to hear about you stealing cars again.”Stick to bacon sandwiches.

“I won’t,” she whispered.

I like this one,Booker told me.

I blinked. She did? That was almost revolutionary.

“Is it okay to come back with a few workers to clean up the damage this evening?” Hairy asked.

“I’m sure our gardeners would appreciate that.” After waving over Marty, I left the pair to discuss what would be needed.

The Luthers left soon after, and I faced the crowd of stewards, bracing myself for the inevitable questions.

Why are young Luthers coming here to see you?

The stewards couldn’t start to think that my sentiments for the pack were influencing my choices. I could walk a blurred line, but I had to be very careful until both sides warmed up.

I checked the time.

Crap,I’d missed the meeting with the head team. Glancing at the manor, I caught them watching from the meeting room window.

Some days just didn’t go the way I planned.

That’s what I get for celebrating the normalcy of today,I said to Booker.

She ignored me.

Shocked gasps rang out from the gathered stewards. I frowned. What did I do?

They pointed over my shoulder.

You’re kidding me?Who was it this time? Turning, I resigned myself to a morning of tiny dramas.

My feet froze to the ground as a silver Bentley drove into view.

Air lodged in my throat.

“Itisher,” someone exclaimed.

My mouth dried.

Rhona was back.

20

I stared at the ceiling of my room. The day had blurred by, and I could barely recall anything that happened.

“What’s the plan?” Wade lay on the bed beside me.

About that.“Have you heard any more?”

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