{ORION}
A ringing phone cuts through my empty garage. Since there's only one person who would be calling before nine on a Monday morning, I let it ring out.
No self-respecting beta would ignore his alpha the way I'm doing, but they don't have the excuses I do.
Not excuses. Just one. Helena Morgan. My wolf growls his disapproval.
Yeah, I know I'm second-in-command. I'd go if Lucian really needed me.
Ignoring the disapproving growls filling my head, I refocus on the engine giving Winter Lake resident Cyrus McGlenn so much grief. But that's what you get when you buy a used car and don't have your mechanic look it over before thumping down five grand for a piece of shit.
And if your mechanic knows his wife, knows how shit of a deal he got, and how little cash he has to replace said piece of shit, he does most of the work for free.
"Because I'm a chump," I breathe. "In more ways than one."
