Fractured Fates

Vance

Leaning back in the creaking desk chair, I pinch the bridge of my nose. This week’s pack meeting feels like a special kind of torture.

It’s not that Gideon is the trouble—actually, he’s been a huge help—but it’s more so that I’m sitting hunched over at a rickety desk in a cheap motel, and I hardly slept at all last night.

“Well, that was a productive meeting, if I may say so myself,” Gideon