SLOANE
I should be working on my thesis, the document is open on my laptop—Leadership Dynamics in Multi-Pack Hierarchies—twenty pages done, fifteen to go, and due in three weeks. My father expects me to graduate with honors, the pack expects me to be ready to take over as Alpha but instead, I'm staring at my phone, and reading Vesper's text for the third time.
Target at campus bookstore, target shift started at 2 PM, working register and looks exhausted.
I smile, I am really glad everything was playing well, my wolf stirs, uneasy. I push her down before she can start her usual protest. This is what I want, this is what I'm doing. She doesn't get a say.
I grab my keys—the ones to the car I rarely drive because I usually take the smaller cars but today I want the armor of it, the sleek black Mercedes that screams money and power and look at me.
