Page 29 of I Accidentally Joined a Wolf Shifter Group Chat

It was a professional reflex. Nothing more.

I stared at the file. I absolutely should not send it. I didn’t know these people. I was still planning to leave the chat.

Eventually.

Probably.

Maybe after one more day.

Or one more conversation.

My thumb hovered over the upload button. Then, before I could overthink it, I attached the revised file.

Sloane: I hope you don’t mind. I fixed a few things that were making it harder to read.

I immediately regretted every decision that had led me to this moment.

SLOANE

HOW FAST CAN A WOLF HIT A MAILBOX

For several seconds after I sent the revised garage sale flyer, the group chat went completely silent.

This was impressive because THE PACK had not been silent once in the twenty-four hours since I had been added. Even between midnight and six in the morning, somebody had posted a weather warning, a recipe, and a photograph of a frog sitting inside a boot.

The silence felt deliberate.

Thirty-seven people had seen my message.

Nobody responded.

I stared at the screen and immediately understood that I’d made a poor choice. I had unknowingly entered a private family conversation, remained there for nearly an entire day without identifying myself, downloaded one of their files, edited it, and then casually announced that I had fixed it.

There were crimes with less supporting evidence.

I opened the group information and found the option to leave again.