Arriving back on pack territory I hurriedly put the car in the driveway and head to my room. Slamming the door behind me I let out a sigh of relief. Locking the door, I flop onto my bed and dial up the vampire prince’s number. It was only five in the morning; he should still be awake. After a minute the phone goes to voicemail. I groan frustrated and leave a voicemail, “Hey Drake, it is Colt. I would love to catch up with you buddy. I can be over tonight for dinner. Give me a call back, I have been busy and really think we should talk.” I hung up and rubbed my face.
It was a long drive from Salvino’s place to the pack lands. So many things were happening it almost seems like an elaborate joke. First an unauthorized human slave without any documentation of her existence, then illegal selli
