“What pack are you from? I thought you were royalty?” He questioned.
I chuckled and shook my head. “Of course I’m from a pack, I’m part wolf. My mum originated from The Dark Wolf Pack, my uncles are the alphas.”
The cab stopped and the driver turned to us. “Are you sure this is the right place?” He asked, glancing back at the airstrip.
“Yes, thank you.” Brody answered, passing the driver some cash.
I opened the door and climbed out. The airstrip was abandoned, apart from a little old beat up jet. Callie wrapped her little hand around mine as we followed Brody towards the jet.
“Brody.”
“James.” Brody shook the guy's hand, “it’s been awhile.”
The guy, James, nodded and glanced between Callie and me.
“I’m very sorry for my part of your capture. I will get you back where you belong, an
