Chapter 10
It turned out that Sebastien didn’t require rescue after all. Because by the time I’d found some clothes and led a stampede of cousins into the den a few minutes later, Uncle Chase had interrupted the prior tête-à-tête to drag my father into a discussion about the former’s favorite topic—repair of decrepit vehicles.
“I can probably swap out a tire from the pickup plus one from Cherry’s SUV then drive the Blazer into town for replacements,” my uncle was saying. “We’ll have to wait on bus tires, though. And we’ll need to make two trips.”
“Not good to leave the pack stranded with no avenue of escape,” Wolfie growled, his protective instincts having kicked firmly back into gear despite our current safe haven. I understood now why he’d dragged our entire clan along on this mission
