Father

KACELA

Wyatt dropped me off at the office and I slid out of the car, bounding up the stairs and entering without knocking. I could hear Wyatt’s car drive away at the same time I heard the tinkling of the bells that were attached to the doorknob.

“Kacela,” Nellie said from her desk. “It’s nice to see you! Mr. Jones said you would be stopping in.”

I smiled at her. I liked her. “Yes, he is expecting me.”

“Come on back,” Jones shouted from the rear of the trailer. I smiled at Nellie and then turned down the hallway until I got to Jones’ office.

“Shut the door,” Jones said. I gently closed it, knowing that Nellie would still hear everything with her heightened Lycan hearing.

“Do you have what I asked you to get for me?” I got to the point.

Jones gestured to a duffle bag that was sitting against the wall.

“It’s in there. Everything you asked for.”

“Thanks,” I said, reaching over for it. Jones held up his hand.

“What’s your timeline on this?” he asked, eyes shrewd. I shrugged.

“We