Chapter 12
There was no discussion of alternatives, no attempt to think of a way out of Dakota’s trap. Earlier, both parents had been united in their unwillingness to send me to “Mom’s” house. But with both Becca and Chase’s lives hanging in the balance, the mad rush to the driveway lacked a single dissenting voice.
In fact, the entire pack joined us there within seconds, drawn together by a tug on the bond I no longer possessed. They worked in wordless synchrony, assembling enough unflattened tires to bring one of the pack’s SUVs back to life in short order. And since Mom was still full-on wolf at this point, Wolfie slid behind the steering wheel while a passel of cousins finished tightening lug nuts and getting the Blazer ready to roll.
“Dad,” I started, operating under the assumption
