Becca
“I want to see him,” dad ranted. “I have the right to ask that bastard where my Abby is!”
“Dad, calm down,” I sighed. “He isn’t giving anyone any information.”
“I’ll get it out of him,” he growled as his eyes turned feline and whiskers peeked through his cheeks.
“You're not risking yourself,” I said firmly. “Let Freyja handle it. She’s the protector.”
“You know I’m really tired of not being able to do anything to help your mother,” dad said. “I wasn’t even allowed to search for her at Dragoon before Freyja came.”
“I'm sorry, dad,” I said again. “I know it’s not much of a comfort, but it's going to be okay.”
“That what everyone says,” he mumbled.
“I know it's frustrating,” I agreed. “If these were other shifters or creatures we know about, it would be
