Chapter 43

• “Hi. I’m Cesar. This is Jesús and the infamous Meadow here.” Cesar nods at me, with no hint of either dislike or friendliness in his blank statement. He’s another tall, stocky type, and I see a pattern with this pack. Best of the breed and all alarmingly alike, except Carmen, the only blonde among them. They’re all big, strong, and have lashings of aggression and attitude, which are common among our strongest. I’m sure as a pack, they have many a battle of wills and lots of spats.
• “She knows who we are, don’t you, amiga? She has Cole’s memories, and I’m sure she knows how to access them.” Meadow strolls in front of me, heels clicking on the hardwood floor, her eyes wandering over me as she takes me all in without caring how uncomfortable it’s making me—devouring my appearance with a critical eye.
• “I do,” I answer sheepishly, aware another has entered the open door and praying that has to be all of them. I don’t even glance their way, as Meadow has a commanding quality that demands you give her our full attention. This is getting crowded, and I feel like I’m raw meat that’s being lowered into a hungry lion’s den.