ELEVEN
ANNABEL
It wasn’t until we got to Oslo, Norway’s bustling capital, that it dawned on me we had an unexpected problem on our hands.
And not before some kid stopped in the waist-high snow along the pavement we were walking down and pointed at us, eyes alight with wonder as he chirped happily at his less-enthusiastic looking mother.
Up until then it’d been too bitterly cold for me to give much thought to the hows of our plan, my sole focus being on getting on a plane to Seattle ASAP.
“Uh… guys?” I said, ducking into a narrow alley to shield us from the relentless wind digging into every exposed part of my skin. Both alphas followed, Modi with an irritated scowl. If he wasn’t careful, his face would permanently lock up in that expression.
“We’ve got to change outfits,” I said once
