Chapter 27
I suddenly didn’t want to know what Wolfie had been tricked into sending by this female whose smile was far more dangerous than any snarl. But Dakota’s lips were sealed, her refusal to debrief me the easy way evident in every languid motion of her tranquil body. So I swallowed my foreboding and clicked on the icon nonetheless.
Even then, it took me five long seconds to pick Becca’s face out of the darkness. Not just because the video quality was so-so either. The real issue was the way my cousin hovered halfway between wolf and human, her features so contorted I didn’t at first realize they belonged to a sentient being instead of to a craggy boulder or an inanimate knot on a log.
Only when I drew the screen almost up to my nostrils did I begin making out my young cousin’s for
