~ LARK ~
Lark parked the car a block away and around the corner, near the spot where old Mrs. Lafferty’s drainage ditch led through her property to the back fence of the Sather home.
It was a shortcut they’d taken since they were pups, anytime they were on foot.
Lark looked at her watch, cursing herself for forgetting her phone. She needed it to send Adam a message—but then again, her dad was probably holding his phone in case she did just that. Lark’s wolf surged forward again and she shoved it back with a shaking breath.
It was almost eleven. The elders should be at the house. She couldn’t decide if that increased the danger, or lowered it. Her dad definitely wouldn’t want them knowing what he was doing with Adam. But then, he had such a grip on them… if he did get them onside the
