“Wheels up." Bennett commanded the cockpit of his family's private jet. “We need to get there. Fast."
The remaining three passengers exchanged worried glances. They'd been sitting on the tarmac for almost two hours. Delaying their take off in order to wait for one more former packmate to arrive. Monica. An old family friend of the Orloffs and a once promised mate for life of Bennett's.
The stony look on Bennett's handsome face kept both shifters from asking what'd changed. Why they weren't waiting for Monica to arrive any longer.
But Stella, the only fully human in the group, didn't understand all the finery of shifter politics, asked Bennet outright. "What about Monica?"
“She switched sides." Bennett said grimly. “I just got word, she's on her way to NYC with Makenzie."
“That miserab
