In his memory, Drake had never apologized to anyone. It was not in his blood. Even if he made the call and Elena answered, what could he possibly say? The words would turn to ash on his tongue.
Dolphus sat inside his private plane. His sharp eyes scanned the glowing screen in his hand. The latest howls filled the news streams. For the first time in days, the weight on his chest eased. The tide of opinion was turning, crawling back into their favor. The pack’s name would not be dragged through the dirt.
He passed the tablet to Richard. Then, checking the time, he rose and moved down the narrow hall toward the back of the plane. The pack elders and company leaders were already waiting.
“Keep a hunter’s eye on the chatter,” Dolphus ordered. “If the storm shifts again, we strike before it s
