“DR. OLIVIA? THANK GOODNESS!” Patricia’s words hit me so fast I had no time to offer a greeting. “I messed up. I really messed up. The Madisons are acting crazy....”
Distant, muffled, a male voice interrupted her. “I told you. It’s a bad trip.”
Was that one of the Noahs? Before I could ask Patricia to hand over the phone to someone who clearly had more information than she did, the boy swore, his voice trailing off as he moved away from the microphone.
“Not into traffic!” Patricia must have forgotten I was on the other end of the line because her voice grew distant. There was a screech of tires and she shrieked so loudly my wolf woke with a vengeance.
Our pack, she demanded.
Our duty, I agreed.
Neither of us was sure exactly what was happening to the Madisons, but we were united in t
