Chapter 39
Whatever passed between Aunt May and Ruth must have been effective. Because the tension in the room ratcheted down when I was only halfway to my destination.
Luke noted the change also. Unfolding upward, he took command of the situation before I could share Ruth’s request. “Up against the wall,” he ordered in that whip-c***k alpha voice.
And this time it worked. Presumably because the pack wanted what Luke wanted. Or maybe because bonds were forming? No matter the reason, I missed parts of what happened next because I was caught up in the sea of wolves scrambling to obey his command.
Still, I breathed a sigh of relief when Cop Number One reached Aunt May’s body and commented: “Grisly.” Grace nattered on about makeup artists and plastic guns until Justice materialized in the
