11. Dark Smoke

Grant

I looked at the forest from the window of the SUV, wishing that this thing could go faster, even though we were driving as fast as it was safe to. We were in two cars: my Gamma and I in one and a few pack enforcers in the vehicle behind ours.

Stormy and I were both growing more restless by the minute, something was definitely happening to Angeline.

“Let’s shift and run!” Stormy insisted with a loud growl. I wanted to do what he said, but I had to be cautious not to cause a problem for Angel, my pack or myself.

“We can’t just arrive at someone’s pack this way, Stormy. It would raise some kind of suspicion. Alpha Aaron will wonder what the hell we are doing there. Remember, this is a diplomatic visit to discuss the acquisition of wood.”

“The only wood you should care about is the one in your pants, Grant!” my wolf barked in annoyance. Every time after dreaming of her, I spent the rest of the day with an almost full e.rection; something that not even my growing worry seemed