Chapter Ten
Walter slammed down the phone, fuming about the words that had been exchanged. Nothing seemed to be going right, one roadblock being thrown up after another, stopping him from having his son returned. The Coos were almost impossible to deal with, but he had to do something. He groaned and began to pace, the small cabin that functioned as an office for the tribal leaders seeming like it was growing smaller every day.
The leader walked in to see his son pacing. “Did you find anything?”
Walter snapped. “Would I be pacing like this if I had found anything?”
The older man placed his hand on his son’s shoulder, it was a comforting gesture, but it wasn’t anything more than that. It wasn’t what the younger shifter needed. “People like that are so afraid of change that they can’t ac
