Re: Stairs to the roof. The shadows. [Belated Swearing warning?]
A false movie-star grin. "My brains." It was in the Ghost's nature to be contrite, even when he was pinned to an uncomfortable stair by an oversized Fido after an elusive unrecorded death. He could think all of three people who would even show up at his funeral for anything but press photos. That shit was depressing. "Hot commodity. I am Alpha where I'm from, and that's not because of claws, sunshine. That's because of brains. You're always missing that in your part of the woods." As if the fear was a second of the past, he brought a hand up and pulled on the Wolf's hair.