Chapter 18
I didn’t fall into bed immediately, of course. Instead, I pulled out one of the encrypted cell phones Dad had thrust into my hands in our haste to regain our kidnapped pack mates earlier in the day.
“A single call apiece,” Wolfie had told me as the thin rectangles of glass and plastic clacked together in my pocket. “Or a few texts. Don’t overdo it.” The unspoken assumption—that our prior digital contact had been the reason Dakota found us so easily—added a layer of danger onto the upcoming communication.
I hesitated, loathe to risk Eddie’s household on a message that wasn’t a matter of life or death. But I couldn’t let Terra go to bed wondering what had happened when my birth mother and I met for the very first time. So I sent a brief text promising that I was safe and sound
