Twirling the amulet around her fingers that was meant to suppress her emotions, Maura still couldn't help but think about Jamba. Did everything go alright? Was he safe, or Harlow for that matter? She loathed being kept in the dark. Swiping her keys from the countertop of her kitchen island she began to make her way to the pack's campsite for answers. Just then her phone rang. She didn't recognize the number but answered it anyway.
"Hello?" Maura spoke.
"It's me," A smooth voice said, and she instantly knew it was Jamba.
"What took so damn long for you to call me to tell me you were alive?"
"I'm sorry I made you worry," Jamba replied humored by her concern. "We all made it out alive. Harlow is with Asani at the moment. I meant to call you sooner. I just needed to rest up."
"Rest up,
