(Two months later)
The lights of Sylvaris were fading in my rearview mirror, and I pressed down on the gas until the pedal hit the floor. Lucian's car surged, growling like an alpha, eating up the miles between me and the Reeses' territory.
No, between me and home. I'd been gone for a whole week, even though it was only supposed to be three days.
A fledgling pack with only six members was getting established right over the Blackharbor border, and they'd called Jace and formally requested the services of his pack shaman for their wards and a few charms to repel a particularly aggressive little band of gnomes who lived nearby. They were tired of having all their cutlery stolen in the middle of the night.
I'd accepted the job because even though they were only starting out, they had cash money, something our pack always needed.
