Damn. Damn. DAMN.
Nica waited until after the bar was closed to have her first freak out in the weeks since she’d come to be there. She’d been on edge ever since she escaped Jack’s clutches and despite Derrick’s assurances the Pack could handle a bunch of Crows, she didn’t want to bring that kind of heat down on them.
Crows fought dirty, and the Dire Wolves were just so different from the other predatory Shifters she’d been around. They were loyal and honorable. They seemed to have the deepest respect for community and family, and well, Nica just didn’t know what to do with that. How did you show gratitude for something you never even knew was a possibility?