I was fuming. I tried not to dwell on my interaction with those two ignorant she-wolves. I held my head high and I walked quickly. I tried to make myself believe that my lie was convincing enough to snuff out the problem, but I knew that I’d likely be adding rumor-related damage control to my to-do list.
Focus, Natalie, my Wolf said. Worry about the gossip later.
I’m going to exile Phillip myself, I grumbled.
Worry about it later, she reiterated.
It didn’t take me long before I arrived at the packhouse. The remainder of my walk was spent brainstorming ways I could field theoretical gossipy questions from nosy pack members. It was also blessedly devoid of any further confrontation.
I didn’t scent Reid as I approached the packhouse, and I didn’t see him—I wasn’t sure where Silas took
