Dayne's POV
“You don’t have to come if you don’t want,” Dayne suggested, a touch hopefully.
Savannah, sitting on a bench at the back of their rental, raised her chin from her knees and turned to Dayne.
“I’m coming.”
He scrubbed a hand over his head.
So much for hope.
While he’d been relieved Savannah had emerged from her shell enough to want to come with them and rescue Talis, what he was hearing about the Merrick pack made him wish he’d come to Dawley alone.
“I’d rather you didn’t, Sav.” Dayne sighed.
She glared at him.
“Because you think I’m a weak link?”
Dayne glared back.
“You know I don’t. But this whole situation… this pack is a lot more f****d up than I ever could’ve imagined. If I thought you’d all leave, I’d send you all back.”
It was her turn to sigh.
“Yeah, I heard
