Two more weeks and Rose Silverman’s thirty-day notice would be up. She’d served her time and diligently entered data for Werewolf Affairs for over five years. A change was needed. Time to raise her cubs instead of letting some day care service do it. The mountains beckoned to her as she stared out the window at the end of the narrow office—an office she’d grown to think of as a caged pen. No more artificial air. No more stale smells that lingered day after day in the busy office. Rose couldn’t wait to run in the meadows, get more involved with her pack, lay her kill at her mate’s feet. Her computer beeped, indicating she had mail. Rose glanced at it then focused on the clock on the wall that ticked endlessly. No more watching the clock, aching for five o’clock to come around. No more responding to tedious e-mails. The phone rang. Mattie Wilson, one of the younger bitches in the office, grabbed it. Not a problem. Rose didn’t mind letting the others at Werewolf Affairs fight to work their way up the ladder.
