Chapter 26- Sloane

Blaze is up to his old tricks again. He’s crossed a fucking line, outside of packlands watching me, in his wolf form, in a suburb of Portland, at my job. Further proof of my theory comes from the too-large wolf tracks I see out in the grass. I won’t stand for this. This has to stop, especially when his actions terrorize a frail old man and risk exposure of the pack. I’ll bring this matter up with Alpha Fennel, or my favorite Ironclaws to give the aggressive Beta, with serious boundary issues, another getting right with the moon talk.

I can’t blame my client for being uneasy after what he saw. It doesn’t make my job tonight any easier and takes twice the time to get him settled. I have to prove to him all the windows in his room are locked, the curtains shut tight, several times. I have to give him tea and a dose of his melatonin and anxiety medications. I listen patiently to his ramblings of how the wolves stole his only daughter and she never came back. When I first started here las