an

o the world's worst waitress!" "Do you not hear? My son preferred a

ring anything other than an enormous piece of steak," I exclaim. "

nd statement that I'm making. Just be honest. Kindly acc

elp it, even i

ther though

e combatants replies.

ut when I look at him, he continues to look past me rather tha

much for being abl

waitress grin on, even though I want to snarl at the

le life learning how to hide my anguish, so I keep smiling, assuming that

ing to hear genuine conversations. That is if it were for a person. However, a wolf shifter's keen senses allow them to distinguish between s

put their menus away. I hear a fresh, unidentified voice say,

riedly. Although I am self-aware enough to justify my outburst with a "sorry, I thought

icates that he is concerned and that my in

ur, delivering plates of the meatloaf special, a

ith Table 1. As I close a table, Sh

ack exiting the restaurant. It's the scent of the Gamma behind me. My partner continues to avoid eye contact, but he offers me a nod toward the rear of the eatery. Gl

to the table to see what Kael was pointing at. Instead, I bus the pack's table and have an excellent

te. "Meet me at the edge of the woods at 6 pm," it says. We must speak. Although he hasn't signed it, it

ssage, so I quickly tuck it into my apron and begin stacking dishes i

He asks, leaning on the booth beside an

s not a lie. I did indeed give the pack the money. I had r

to some problems. I was so enthused abou

What's

ne on edge. There has been a lot of tension since most of

"

outh of here; he is a recent addition to the pack. When I arrived here a few months ago, everyo

, things might have worsened last night. I may have suffered a fatal inj

oted follower, he may not share all of

for us. When I see him toni

riving. If at all possible, avoid walk

but my thoughts have switched back to Kale instead of Clyde. Maybe wit

ebel has