Chapter 36
I waited all day for Tank to contact me. Paced in my hotel room until management called to request I cool it. Bit my fingernails to the quick.
Or, rather, my wolf did. She wanted out. She wanted to follow Tank. She wanted. She wanted. She wanted.
“I want too,” I growled, swallowing down fur that tried to creep up my throat every time I inhaled too deeply. “I want to go back in time and fix the holes in our plan. Go in beside him. Go in instead of him. But we can’t. We can only move forward.”
Forward. Yes. Rescue. Now.
My fingernails, I realized, had thickened into claws while I wasn’t looking. I clenched my fists. Bit back the wolf. Calmed her with the rational, human understanding we both needed to nurture if we intended to help Tank.
“We have to wait.”
How long?
Her de
