Chapter 18
I didn’t fall into bed immediately, of course. Instead, I pulled out one of the encrypted cell phones Dad had thrust into my hands in our haste to regain our kidn*pped pack mates earlier in the day.
“A single call apiece,” Wolfie had told me as the thin rectangles of glass and plastic clacked together in my pocket. “Or a few texts. Don’t overdo it.” The unspoken assumption—that our prior digital contact had been the reason Dakota found us so easily—added a layer of danger onto the upcoming communication.
I hesitated, loathe to risk Eddie’s household on a message that wasn’t a matter of life or death. But I couldn’t let Terra go to bed wondering what had happened when my birth mother and I met for the very first time. So I sent a brief text promising that I was safe and sound
