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BROCK
“Damn, we must be the first ones here,” I say as I pull up to the curb in front of the Stillwater packhouse and cut the engine.
True to his word, Gray called a council meeting the day after I returned from Denver. This time, though, we’ve got a few others joining us in addition to the council- Brooke and Quinn, because they’re leading the charge with IT these days, Astrid, because she’s our connection to our Denver allies and has the most information about the shadow pack through her visions, and Fallon, because she wasn’t about to sit this one out while everyone else’s mates participated. Jared’s on the council as my beta, but he had some business to attend to, so he told Astrid and I to go ahead and that he’d meet us here.
“Didn’t Gray say six?” Astrid asks, unbuckling her seatbelt.
I glance down at the clock on the dashboard, which reads 5:45 p.m. “Yeah, which is more like six thirty in alpha time. Can
C.J. PrimerSorry that today's post went up later than normal, it was a crazy day at the office and I couldn't break away! The final chapters of this book will be posted at the beginning of next week. Have a great weekend!
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