Daphne
“We’re going out to Rutberg today to help in the search,” Byron announced over breakfast.
I set my coffee down with a thump that made poor Bella flinch. “I’m going with you.”
“No, Daphne, you are staying here. It’s not safe.” Wyatt said, using his big-brother-knows-best tone of voice, which was absolutely infuriating.
“I’m going,” I said, standing up from the table. “With or without you. You and those bears have been at this for days. I can help. I’ve done a lot of hiking in those woods, I know the area better than they do. Better than you do.”
“It’s too dangerous,” Byron insisted, although he had a harder time taking a hard line than Wyatt.”
“Bella?” I sent a pleading look to my friend, who was not only my sister-in-law, but also the Luna, so her word held a lot of weight, ev
