EMILY
I KNOW how most of the world looks at wolf shifters.
Savages. Barbarians. Killers.
But my ex-boyfriend, Patrick, is the son of a wolf shifter. And while he didn't give me a ton of details about his dad or what life was like growing up in a wolf pack, I gleaned enough to understand that the reputation wolf shifters have doesn't tell the whole story.
Patrick wasn't close to his dad—and in fact complained about him a lot —but those complaints told me a lot about the kind of guy his dad had to be.
Not a monster. But a decent man.
His dad was the one who got Patrick to go to rehab. He was the one who paid the six-figure-a-month cost. He also paid for Patrick's condo in the nicest building in Tower so he wouldn't be surrounded by drinking and drugs in the dorms at U-Montana.
Another complaint Patrick had about his dad: that he was too strict.
Patrick always said it was ridiculous that his dad demanded he pass all his classes before he bought a truck for him.
