Megan POV

“I’ll be right back. Need to go to the bathroom,” I tell Sharon, making a beeline for the doors at the back of the café that I pray lead to the restrooms.

I’m in luck, and not only is it a bathroom, but an empty one, allowing me to lock the door and barricade myself in a stall while I work out what to do.

What is the pack doing here, and why do they all look like they want to murder me?

The only explanation I can come up with is that the other rogues said in that meeting last night was true: the pack is out...