AND THERE WASN’T TIME to try because Luke was tossing around orders. “Contact Xavier,” he barked into the cell phone, his words tingling with intensity and just a hair shy of compulsion. “I want him and five other shifters tracking Destiny. If they catch her, they should remove her pelt and bring her back unharmed. If she hits George’s territory, don’t cross over. Let her go.”
I winced at the notion of removing Destiny’s pelt. That had been my knee-jerk reaction also, and it had been the wrong one.
Or maybe the right one given recent events?
I blinked back uncertainty. The path forward was unclear. But if Luke and I took time to talk this over....
Unfortunately, my mate wasn’t in the mood for talking. Instead, without a glance in my direction, he strode out the door.
“Slow down,” I su
