Sean
Silas and the weres from Desert pack reach Prince Rupert island before Ian and the Candlewood weres, even though the flight is shorter from Candlewood.
Frankly, I’m grateful.
By the time Sandy and I finished placing the last of the sensors and returned for our clothes, Ian had left nine messages for me, wanting more details on various parts of the data he’s already reviewed in flight.
I’m worried I don’t have the answers he wants and agonizing with him over the kidnap of his mate. Even though I’ve found my mate in Sandy, I’d still loved Darby. I still do I guess—just not with the belief that she and I are predestined. Imagining myself in Ian’s position, my gut clenches into knots. If our situations were reversed, Ian would give his all to recover my mate—I need to do no les
