Chapter 34
Malachi’s SUV came supplied with enough equipment to support a military op. So I wasn’t surprised to find half a dozen burner phones packed away among the MREs. Powering the first one up, I held my breath and waited to see if Dad would answer despite the rumors he must have already heard via the relentless shifter gossip chain.
“Buttercup.” Wolfie’s rich, deep voice was so warm, it tingled against my skin. “Are you safe?”
“Yeah,” I answered. “But Malachi....”
“I know.”
For two long seconds, we shared a commemorative silence to acknowledge my cousin’s passing. Without a pack bond, I couldn’t tell whether Dad was remembering the same funny moments I was—like the day when a two-year-old wolf pup had fallen in a vat of pancake syrup and refused to paddle to shore so he could be
