Lynn’sPOV

The first appointment was at eight-thirty.

I'd learned to keep the door open. Closed doors made people hesitate at the threshold, and hesitation turned into not coming at all, and the whole point was that they came.

The man who sat across from me now was twenty-six, a mid-rank pack member named Cole who worked in the Hamilton Corp warehouse on the eastern edge of the territory. He'd been sitting with his hands between his knees for two minutes without ...