Shawna's determination to see me able to fight back had left me looking a little worse for the wear.

"I got in a fight," I said examining my hands.

"That's not entirely believable. You're don't really strike me as a fighter. Tell them you and the drunken father were driving somewhere and had an accident, that's more realistic," he stated.

I nodded and went back to my earlier musings. Plainly, Will shared the pack's view of me.

We arrived to the clinic and parked. Seth and Robert heartily greeted several other people walking into the building. I had forgotten they had all been at working here for several weeks. Madonna,...