Chapter 11
Lack of a communication-enhancing pack bond had never felt quite so prohibitive as now, when I stood alone between two wolf-form shifters and a human who possessed no ability to defend himself from my angry kin. “Mom, Dad,” I started, holding out both hands while avoiding the shrill toll of a telephone that was attempting to catch all of our attention. “I know you’re upset. But I have to keep hunting Derek even if that trail leads me to Sarah’s doorstep. There’s no one else to help him. I’m all that he’s got....”
I would have kept rambling, but the phone was more intent than I was upon being heard. The device had continued ringing long past the point where the caller should have been shunted over to voice mail. And the desperation implied by the repeated redial prompted me to
