Gordon was cleaning up from his last customer when he heard the door chime announcing someone’s entrance. He put down the bottles of ink he was putting away and walked around the corner to the front room. He greeted the man on the other side of the counter. He was dressed in a fine suit. He looked like one of those arrogant stuffy business types with his polished wingtip shoes and Ken doll hair cut. This man was a typical douche, not the kind of people that usually came walking into his shop.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m lost.”

“And where are you going?”

“I’m looking for a man. He goes by the name of Darrell Savage. He’s a general contractor.”

“Yeah, I know who he is.”

“Right, well, I was told he lives in Feral, but I don’t see any houses, just businesses.”

“Right,” Gordon said, staring at this man. He sensed this guy might be trouble.

“Could you tell me how to get to his place?”

“Well, that depends.”

“Oh, what?”

“Why are you looking for him?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Well, you see, we take care of our own here in Feral. We don’t like strangers. You, my friend, are a stranger. I’m not going to tell you how to find Darrell until I know why you want to find Darrell.”

“It is private business.”

“Nothing is private in Feral.”

“look, if you are not going to tell me where to find him, I’m just going to go down the street and ask someone else,” the man snarled.

Gordon smiled. He knew no one would tell this man anything. The protection of the pack was absolute. No matter their differences, they would never turn on each other. “You go ahead and do that,” the man snarled and stormed out. The door chimed as he exited. Gordon took out his cellphone and called Darrell.

“What’s up, Gordon?” Darrell answered chipper. He must have known who was calling, thanks to caller ID.

“Some douche bag business guy was just here. He’s looking for you.”

so many spoiled douchebags. You will have to

three-piece suit, short brown hair, dark eyes, kind

got to

“Nigel?”

“Katelyn’s ex.”

by the very mention of that woman’s name. “Katelyn? I thought you were done with that human

not as done as I thought I

groaned. “Damn it,

smartphone into his pocket and headed for the door. He was locking up early because he had a feeling

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Darrell had to eat, and it was a fair bet that he probably bought his food here. There was a good possibility that one of the employees knew where he lived. Opening the door, Nigel walked in and over to

back room. Nigel’s mouth curved in a slick grin. Damn, she was one hell of a looker. He instinctively ran his hands through his hair and over his suit, making sure he looked his best. “Can

in thought. Why did he

“Where you headed?”

home. Could you point me in

“I could.”

in silence for a moment. “So?”

could. Not that

“Why not?”

If he wanted you to know where he lived,

“We are friends.”

“I highly doubt that.”

“Why?”

him a secret. “Because you aren’t his

pretty but mouthy. “You are a bitch, aren’t

idea. If I were you, I would leave Feral. I assure you sticking around will not bode

that a

smiled sweetly.

snarled as he left the store. What was wrong with the people in this shit hole? They were all so hostile. Annoyed, Nigel stepped out into the street and saw a truck pull up to the curb next to him. Darrell hopped out, followed by Katelyn of all people. Darrell came around the front of his truck. “I have a bone to pick with you,” Nigel

the slut? You are the one fucking the whole town behind my back. God, I don’t know what I ever saw

of my face,” Nigel

his arm, slapping Katelyn across the face so hard she fell to the ground from the force of the impact. And she went down she struck the back of

back. He snarled, and Nigel saw fangs. Nigel began to back

eyes were glowing, and he

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