WHICH IS WHY I BROKE a promise to myself an hour later.
When he left, I’d silently vowed not to bother Wolfie while he was assisting Chase with Operation Childhood Sweetheart. My mate would call me, I knew, as soon as he had a free moment and access to cell towers. In the meantime, bugging him would likely only slow his return and get in his way.
But I still pulled out my phone that morning during a lull in pack business, locked the door, and dialed my mate’s number. The call went directly to voice mail of course, but I spilled my guts anyway. I told Wolfie everything—about the Tribunal’s demands, about my selection of peacekeeping as the best of a series of bad choices, and about Dale’s efforts to ensure F2F was safe for use on bloodlings.
“But even if the d**g won’t physically harm he
