Denali
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. The trip to Mexico City is a blur. We arrive past dark and drive a couple hours up to Garrett’s sister’s place.
Sedona, Garrett’s youthful sister, greets us on the steps of the palatial hacienda and leads us to a suite of rooms. She’s a wolf, like most of them, and her scent has a tinge of breastmilk to it. She has a nursing pup.
“Carlos is meeting with his pack. They all want to fight.”
“My best fighters are on their way,” Garrett tells her after a big hug. “Kylie’s doing her best to find Santiago’s trail in Honduras. Between her intel and Amber’s visions, we should have a location soon.”
Sedona shows us to our rooms. Amber and Garrett claim one immediately—the human looks dead on her feet. Laurie, Parker, and Declan have disappeared, and after ki
