#Chapter 48: Unexpected Alliances

Charles A blizzard had come to Mooncrest. It couldn’t have come at a better time. I glanced over at the little cookie trophy Cecil, and I had won. Usually, it would make me smile, but it wasn’t doing the usual work of lifting my mood. I was pissed. Margaret seemed sure that I had nothing to worry about, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. She’s not that stupid, Margaret said. While I didn’t know exactly what she was getting at, I knew enough to know that the draw of the familiar, the unencumbered, and everything else that Jackson represented would be appealing to any woman fresh out of a divorce and unsteady, especially with the promise that felt ready to break at any moment between us. I sat at the desk in the corner of the office Grace had given me and tried to focus on the things on my desk, but my thoughts repeatedly drifted to the situation unfolding in the pack house. My lycan instincts churned restlessly, a gnawing sense of unease growing stronger with every passing min