Dad’s Visit

I called Dad. He was excited when I told him I'd met a wolf. I wondered how thrilled he'd be after I told him everything about the new wolf.

I gave him the mile marker to stop at and told him to sniff around, that he'd figure more out that way than I could describe with words. I didn't want to go into detail over the phone, preferring to describe my encounter when we were face-to-face. I also told him about my date.

I didn't tell him about the fight club. I knew it would come up, though.

Work was still good. I didn't sleep. I kept my ear open. Any noise had me up. I didn't know if Lone Wolf would come back and bring company.

I understand now why you didn't give out your home address. What if Lone Wolf told his alpha about me? What if the creep came and bit Derrick? I'd never forgive myself.

I set myself some rules. If I ever met another werewolf, I wouldn't let them know where I lived. I'd keep them away from the reservation.

I lay in the dark while my thoughts ran rampant. Dad was d