Zack POV
“f**k. What can we do?” I said to Connor, frustrated over what had happened in the last twenty-four hours. There had been no attacks on any pack members. I was grateful, but also recognized this just made Jack’s guilt in this more prevalent. I knew he did not do it, but how were we going to prove it?
“I do not know, but I cannot imagine how Jack is surviving down there,” Connor muttered, frustration having been eating at him as well. “What about the footprint?” Kristine asked. “What about it?” Connor replied. “Would they have taken a photo or some way to use the footprint as evidence? If they did, would it be possible to have it analyzed along with Jack’s to see if they are in fact a match?” she responded.
We both sat with that for a moment, before I jumped up, “Baby, y
