Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The doorbell rang.

Eric went to answer it, his voice carrying back with an odd note of surprise. “What are you doing here?”

The smell of alcohol drifted in from the doorway. A she-wolf stood on the threshold with flushed cheeks and

the loose, easy smile of someone who’d had more than enough to drink. “I knew you’d still be up,” she said.

Eric frowned and moved to block the door with his arm, but she slipped past him with practiced ease. She

swept into the living room, spotted me, and stopped. “Why are you here?”