Chapter 12

As we left Oliver’s villa, I climbed back into his car. Logan’s gift sat quietly in the backseat while I leaned against the window, eyes fixed nervously on the changing scenery. It’d been forever since I’d gone deep into the Claw Pack territory. Most of the time, I lived on the outer edge, right where it bordered the White Moon Pack. That way, getting to Jackson’s place for work was faster. Gripping the steering wheel, Oliver glanced over with a soft smile. “Feeling nervous?” I turned my head to him, anxiety clouding my face. I didn’t even know where to begin. The Claw Pack never really wanted me there—not even my adoptive Alpha and Luna. They never cared about me. So obviously, who I mated with meant nothing to them. Oliver didn’t get it. There was no way he could ever understand what it’s like to be in my shoes. “Don’t be scared,” he said gently, eyes fixed on the road. “I’ll handle them.” “You’re the Alpha of the Claw Pack. You’ve got tons of people relying on you,” I said, worried.