Chapter 63

Under the cheerful warmth that she put on display, Erica was a control freak who detested being told what to do. I observed as she nibbled the insides of her cheeks and nodded her head as the garden began to fill with pack members, and the small talk turned into needlework instruction.

The pack women looked up to her as a leader, but they didn't treat her with respect; instead, they seized the chance to exploit her vulnerability. They could easily swallow her whole because she lacked the frightening bones in her body to try and put anyone in her place.

The hierarchy of wolves was straightforward, and...