Logan.
“Hello?” he said into the phone, it showed no caller ID, which was weird.
“Oh, shit.” It was Shanna. Before he could say anything else though. “Blue River Pack” then a few seconds later the bellow of the dragon.
“Shanna!” he yelled, his heart beating out his chest, if the dragon was out, she was in danger. Not that anything but another dragon would be able to kill her but she could be badly injured. The phone went dead.
“Shit.” He grabbed his car keys ran out into the morning, shouting his crew as he ran for the car.
“Rhett!” he shouted “Find the Blue River pack”
Jaxon ran up to him,
“They are a f*****g inbred pack, old. They are about two hundred miles away.” He was jabbing at his phone. “My sister mated one of them about fifteen years ago. Didn’t show his true colours un
