Chapter 43
Past events had proven that it was impossible for me to overcome Dakota’s psychopathy on my lonesome. Good thing I had dozens of far-flung shifters upon whom I could call.
I started out with the easy ones. Pack bond or no pack bond, my family would move mountains at my bidding. So it took only one brief text to send Wolfie back onto an airplane arrowing north. My father also promised that my most warrior-like uncles and aunts and cousins would meet us there, which knocked “muster backup” off my list.
Of course, the k********g in Pennsylvania was only one of dozens of similar disasters that Dakota could set into motion at the snap of her fingers. So I took a deep breath and placed a call I’d hoped never to have to make.
While waiting for the connection to go through, though,
