For now, I had to focus on the shitstorm waiting outside the doors. The people. The police. My brothers.

This was going to be epically unfun. Next time I wanted to shop, I’d pull out my laptop and do it on the Internet. No pair of shoes was worth this massive pain in the ass. Not even Louboutins.

Chapter Four

The police were polite enough, but with pictures of Cosette and me going viral on social media, the mob scene had kept growing. A lot. Max, Micah, and I had ended up waiting in the Nordstrom office for a couple hours while the police contained everyone and then cleared out the store.

I was officially calling this outing a massive fail.

At least I’d gotten my shoes and card back. The salesman had rung up Cosette’s shoes, too. I’d hang on to them until I next saw her, even if I had no idea when that would be. I had a feeling she’d be in even more trouble than I was after this one.

As we wound our way home through the mountains, the weight of the gift Cosette had given me got heavier. She’d taken a huge risk by meeting me in public. I’d forgotten that while we shopped. Trying on shoes and hanging out felt so normal, but the more I thought about it, the more unsettled I was.

Her warning about Donovan’s pack was way too vague. I wish she’d told me more. Especially about how the Lunar coin worked.

And now Donovan was probably extra pissed that I’d been on the news again with Cosette. Who apparently was a princess? Would’ve been nice if she’d mentioned that. Maybe I wouldn’t have invited her to the mall in the first place. My father had been right. I should’ve just kept my nose down.

Although if I’d done that, I wouldn’t have gotten Cosette’s warning or my get out of jail free card.

But if there really was something going on with the Irish pack, then why was Donovan so clueless about it?

I wanted to hit something. Why were the fey so frustratingly vague? Even Cosette—who was supposed to be my friend—had left me with a million new questions.

One thought that kept going through my mind. If what Cosette said was true and there was trouble within the Irish pack, then Donovan and I needed to move up the date of our Full Moon Ceremony. I might not be the strongest wolf, but I knew pack politics. My father had started lecturing me about them as soon as I was old enough to understand because traveling from emergency to emergency meant that we had to be able to fit in with all the different packs. We had to make nice with whoever was hosting us. Through the years, I’d seen excellently run packs and others that were the definition of a hot mess.

If the Alpha of the Irish pack didn’t have a clue his wolves were having unrest… Donovan was going to need my help. If I could get him to take it.