Elijah POV
By the time we arrived at the Amber Skies pack, our nerves were all beyond tight. “Call Rosalia for me, please,” I said. I would have done it myself, but my white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel was the only thing keeping me from losing it altogether. They say taking a luna helps that nervousness in times like these - that the idea of a mate’s soothing presence could keep an alpha from being too aggressive.
Though, I wasn’t feeling aggressive at the moment. I was feeling anxious. I was worried by the time we got there, she would have been recaptured.
“Here, I’ll put you on speaker,” Jerome said, following through as he’d said. “There - tell him yourself.”
“I’m to the south of the pack. There are a few less guards here. Drive until you see some pine trees and get out the
