Billion Dollar Pack (The Wolfverse, #3)

by Sam Hall

I fancied myself a strong, independent woman, but damn me if I didn’t want to hand him a list of all of my life’s problems and say ‘Daddy, fix it.’

While I was sure Red Riding Hood was written all those many years ago to warn girls of the predators that lurked in the forest, those who ran on four feet and those that ran on two, but some girls, they just wouldn’t be warned. They slipped between the tree trunks, clad only in a red cloak, advertising their presence and willingness to be prey.

“And you’re stalling. Make with the twisty twisty, key boy.”

“Like seriously, how? She was talking so damn fast, like firing questions left and right, and I was struggling to even work out what she was saying, she was talking so fast. Like, have you seen those videos of Busta Rhymes, when he just raps at lightning speed and there’s words, so many words, and you can’t work out which one is which, and you’re sure he needs to take a breath and he doesn’t and—”