The Macconwood Wolf Pack Volume 2

on as a means for the supernatural world to communicate incognito as it w

time. He now had over a dozen people, Werewolves of course, on his tea

ades and advertisements, not to mention merchandising deals. He should be

up and stretched, interrupting

oods and a big ass steak sounds about right. Lo

know? Come on man, don't leave me hanging!" Dib offered

t, but this hacker fuck, well, he was pretty dam

th a silent cloning virus, designed to duplicate information on the closed-circuit inter-Pack communication software Randall had persona

as soon as he realized what he was after. Liam, the youngest of the Guard, had misplaced his cel

erewolf and catered to the supernatural crowd with ease and competence. Randall ventured out rar

s and he didn't like groupies. The normals who went there, or their females anyway, were pretty much willing

The kid needed to be more careful. Couldn't let a pretty face distract you when the fate of the whole Pack was in yo

s ago." Dib was staring at him as if he sprouted another h

ad with a tattoo of a heart between her perfectly supple breasts. She went by the name Trix

to Werewolves without knowing exactly why. She'd made her way around the Pack Wolve

nly once, to her profound befuddlement. Randall had repeatedly said no thanks the next few times around and she now made it a point to snub h

r meaningless encounters, but there had never been anything other than that in his life. Love was simply not in his cards.

e man was waiting for him. Fuck. He needed a nap or a coffee, or maybe he should get Trix

on and tell everyone to turn in their phones. I'll have a new ba

, come o

to my system. Fucking hardware support asshats assured me these phones were impenetrable. Fuck 'em. I'm going with the new p

ed away from an increasingly annoyed Randall. An annoyed Ra

y red mane stuck up in odd places as he walked away hands up in mock surrender. He wondere