After making plans with Elder Emerson for him and the other Elders to investigate, I hang up even more concerned. We are the third of the Moon’s packs and countless others? How many werewolves have these assholes taken? My little Luna really is a threat to their operation. An eyewitness, potentially with proof if we can recover her photos. This is a mess. I mind link the guys and Penny that the Elders will be here the day after tomorrow. Logan informs me they have taken some clothes of Beverly Knix for our best trackers, hoping for some kind of slip-up. I doubt they will find a scent to follow though, especially with the snow.
“Is everything all sorted with the Elders?” Avery’s squeak breaks me from my train of thought, thank goodness. I don’t want to think as hopelessly as I was.
“Wel
