RETT POV
The husky glared at us.
Like full-on, ears-back, death-stare levels of canine betrayal.
She knew. She knew we were going out and she wasn’t.
Honestly? Fair. I would’ve been pissed too.
Still, I had bigger problems than an emotionally wounded house pet. Like the fact that Robert and I—two grown men, currently very much not in grown man form—were about to follow our mate to work in wolf form like oversized emotional support animals.
We trotted behind Pauline as she made her way to the truck, her scent like freaking sunshine and vanilla, driving me half mad. Her dad stood by the driver’s door, watching us with the skeptical weariness of a man who hadn’t had enough coffee to deal with supernatural nonsense.
Pauline turned to him with her signature blend of innocent smile and ch
