TERESA
"You are saying he’s alive but stuck in a pocket dimension inside the pack house?" Keller asked.
He kept on staring at me like I was growing a second head.
“Yes,” I said. “I saw him and I spoke to him. I even touched him. I swear, I'm not mad.”
“Teresa,” he started with his voice low, “do you know how insane that sounds?”
“I don’t care how it sounds. It’s real. I met with him! Why can't you believe me?”
He paced across the room, fingers tugging through his hair, jaw clenched tight.
I could feel the panic crawling under his skin. He was not doubting me anymore. He was just overwhelmed with what he heard.
“I need Bennett,” I muttered.
“I’m not sure you need more men to argue with you,” Keller said, half-joking and half-serious.
“I don’t need arguments. I need help and We d
