She’d only ever known a moderate lifestyle in a small town, and the majority of her packmates owned trucks or other vehicles that could traverse any of the back roads. She thought about home and her father who had to be worried sick about her. She’d called him, but she didn’t lie well. He didn’t know about Wolves, and she intended to keep it that way. Even a partial truth about the car accident would bring him to Boise. Instead of pulling him into the conflict, she told him she’d met new friends and would be gone a little longer than anticipated. He didn’t believe her. Even as a teenager she didn’t lie to him much. Since becoming Wolf, she’d found it necessary at times, and she loathed it. When she thought about never returning home, she couldn’t keep the anxiety to herself, and it spread to everyone around her. The more dominant Wolves translated anxiety into anger and overprotectiveness. Her earlier panic affected Billie so badly, the Beta had nearly lost control. She hadn’t had enough time with Kathryn, and she didn’t have control over this thing they called a gift.
