LXXXVII

The drive to the Royal Moon Pack, my old home, was nerve wracking. I spent most of it trying to decide if I should dump the car and sneak in, or simply drive right through the border as if there was nothing amiss with my presence. Everything within me screamed to go with the former. This car wreaked of lycan, and while the royal pack had an open border, it didn't mean visitors would not be scrutinized.

I always followed my gut. It had never steered me wrong. So, a mile or so out, I pulled into the Kingdom Trails parking lot, locked up the car, and shifted. With my clothes between my teeth, I set out on my most risky assignment to date.

I had always been my most demanding client.

Once I crossed over the territory boundary, my skin began to prickle. There were eyes on me, and not the friendly kind. I needed to act normal. Rogues coming here was not unusual, but sketchy ones would be considered a threat. I wasn't worried about anyone recognizing my scent. If they could even detect it u