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    “ But you saw Marco?”
    “ Yes, and Dad, I really have to let them know what’s going on.” I felt guilty for leaving him so soon but people’s lives were in danger.
    “ Okay, okay,” my father said, looking expectant.
    “ Dad, promise me you won’t go after these wolves.” I stared at his gentle face that was frosted with light wrinkles.
    “ I’m the Sheriff here, Tanner.”
    “ I know that, Dad, but these are supernatural wolves. Please leave this to the pack.”
    “ I’m supposed to be the one worrying about you. I’m the father here.” He softened his stance, his shoulders relaxing.
    “ I know.” I made sure the words held a respectful tone.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Richton’s memorial service was in full-swing when I walked around the house and into the backyard. The idea with the pack was to celebrate the Alpha’s life with food, drinks, and memories. Richton wouldn’t have wanted sappy music and flowers.
    Even though it was Dash’s house, Marco stood behind the grill with a tattered apron that read- Whose Your Daddy? He held tongs in one hand and a beer in the other.
    “ Look who it is,” Grady called out, jumping off the picnic table and jogging over to me. I don’t know how it was possible, but he got taller and more buff since I last saw him. With skin the color of licorice and most likely 6’6’’, Grady was a beautiful mountain of a man.
    “ Hey friend.” He wrapped me up in a bear hug and lifted me easily from the ground.
    “ Jesus, man. You do know steroids are bad for your health, right?”
    “ You’re one to talk.” I smacked my hand against his 12 pack.
    “ No. Way.” Jacey was behind me, bewilderment in her wide eyes. “What happened to you?”
    “ Look at you.” I laughed, running my fingers through a strand of her fire truck red hair.
    “ Do you like it?” She peered at me out of one eye, hesitantly.
    “ Of course. You look like a bombshell.”
    She jumped up and down, clapping her hands. “Yay.”
    She latched her arm through mine and dragged me towards the picnic table. I made a quick scan of the backyard, a lump in my throat, as I looked for Dash. Besides him, the only other person I hadn’t seen yet was Carson. The redhead was hot tempered and the only pack member I never fully connected with. Carson was the type of person who enjoyed being a dick for no reason, and apparently, like Dash, enjoyed using his dick just as much. He and I had clashed more than once in the past.
    The screen door opened on queue and Carson walked out with two cases of beer. Behind him, Dash stepped onto the porch with a bag of hamburger buns. Speaking of buns, there were Dash’s, crammed inside his too-tight jeans. I silently cursed my quickly wavering feelings and accepted the fact that for a man who was all legs, Dash could fill out a pair of jeans like nobody else.
    “ Hey.” Carson nodded towards me and walked past. That was typical.
    “ Hello to you, too.” I flashed him a forced smile and glanced at Dash’s legs again. I could see him looking at me as he walked towards the grill, but I couldn’t bring myself to raise my eyes. I desperately wanted to smile at him, see what I imagined was the curved grin on his face, but I couldn’t. Call me on overreacting, but I felt betrayed.
    “ Come and get it,” Marco called, and then looked past me. “Oh hey, just in time.”
    Sylvia Night. A whole lot of boobs and a bunch of bad ass. She walked around the house in a black dress and a red trench coat. Talk about channeling Carmen Sandiego. Behind her trailed three men who neared Grady’s gigantic size. She was Alpha of Hartwood, one of the three Rocky Mountain packs, and looked just as sexy as I knew she was deadly.
    She was friends with Richton and it made sense that she would attend the memorial barbeque in his honor. The goons behind her were obviously her muscle and from the dumb looks on their faces, they were just following orders.
    “ We’re gonna need more