A New Job

Mercy problem shouldn’t have said anything. For the next few days, August was acting strange, and she knew he was probably trying to figure out how to get her out of his house. After all, she had all but insinuated that she thought she was supposed to be his Luna just because she’d been staying with him.

And sharing his bed.

She felt really silly, though. For all she knew, August slept with all sorts of women in the pack, and she was just the newest of the women he’d invited into his home–and into his bed.

One afternoon, a few days after the conversation she’d had with him, she was in the kitchen, cleaning up, when Patricia came in. “Oh, hi there, Mercy,” she said. “August just called. He said that he has something he’d like to talk to you about. Would you mind meeting him at the restaurant downtown?”

Mercy stared at her for a moment. It seemed so strange that August’s mother would be giving her such a message. “The restaurant?” she said. “Okay.” The cook had already asked if they’d