Chapter 5
While I was focusing on Ransom, Oyo must have found a better hiding place. Because she was no longer behind the refrigerator when Kira picked her way through a minefield of spilled cheese dip and broken crockery to reach my side.
“I’m starving,” my sister noted.
“So eat,” I replied, dismissing Oyo’s absence—if I couldn’t find the visiting kitsune, then likely the pack couldn’t either—while turning Ransom’s text over in my mind.
Was Gunner right in pointing the finger at his brother? Was Oyo’s arrival merely bait intended to tempt neighboring packs into tearing Atwood clan central down?
“Maaaaiiiii. You don’t care about me at aaaaaaaalllllll.” Kira’s whine was an eleven on the one-to-ten whine-o-meter. And even though I didn’t want to encourage that behavior, one glance at pa
