“Dad, give us the girl,” Cecile says softly, but firmly.
Clive nods to one of his warriors and he turns around and goes to the car. When he returns, it is with an unconscious Sierra in his arms.
“What have you done to her?” I hiss, battling my boiling anger from exploding.
“She’s fine,” he sneers. “Now get them to safety.”
“Joe,” I order. I do not need to say more. Immediately Joe steps forward and takes Sierra from the wolf. Together with Cecile, they walk to the car and carefully place Sierra down next to Logan. I turn back to Clive as Cecile gets into the car.
“Moira,” I shout without taking my eyes off Clive. “I know you’re here and I know you’re in wolf form. Go home, this is over.”
With every word I speak, Clive gets paler and paler.
“Clive, tell her to go home,” I try to soun
