Chapter 7

My heart knocks against my ribs. Packmates and humans stream back into the gym, amped and talking at the top of their lungs. I keep my eyes straight ahead. My palms sweat.

What if I drop the stuff? The phone is going to crack against the waxed hardwood floor in front of everyone, and I’m going to be torn to pieces by Preston Charge like a rabbit who wandered into the path of a pack run.

What the hell am I doing?

I speed walk through the locker room door, making a beeline for the back row. I throw open the yellow metal door with too much oomph,...