Chapter Sixty-Two - Chase

I sipped my beer and looked up at the moon. The night had been one we all needed. Some time to not think about the rogues. It was a little reckless to host it, but I believed our pack needed a true night of rest. We could worry about our problems tomorrow because they’d still be there waiting for us. “Where did your Luna go?” Patch asked, tipping back his beer bottle. “The bathroom, remember.” He glanced over at the back door. “That was a while ago. I hope she’s okay.” I looked over at him. Willow was a grown woman. Should could make it to the bathroom and back without my help. “She’s fine.” Patch slid his tongue over his teeth and leaned in close to me. “Read the note while she’s gone.” His sudden shadiness struck me as odd and put a bad taste in my mouth. Glancing at his sober face, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the folded note. Willow’s scent was all over it. Had she read it already? Was that why she’d left the party.” I sat up straight and unfolded the note in my