NATHAN’S POV

I paced about the office, racking at my brain for a possible solution to this mess.

“Nathan, come on, I had to do something.”

I glared at Erica, my anger still simmering. "And that includes putting this pack at risk?! How long ago was this anyway?”

“Five years ago.”

“We were still dating then, why didn’t you just tell me and we could have figured it out?”

“I don’t know, okay? I just wanted to protect myself, I wasn’t thinking straight. I didn’t think it ...