Chapter 29. Somebody Inside

Wade POV

Judge called church at nine that night.

That's what the club calls it. Every patched member in the long back room of the clubhouse, doors shut, phones in a basket by the door. It's where the club votes, and where the pack decides things the club can't.

In forty years, Judge had never invited anyone who wasn't patched.

Tonight he invited Rae.

She sat in a folding chair at the end of the table with her hands in her lap and her back straight, the way I imagine she'd sat through a hundred family dinners. Thirty-one men around a scarred oak table, most of them wolves. A few of the old ladies along the wall, Birdie among them. And behind Brick's chair, as she was most nights now, Sable, with her hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

I hadn't answere