Bo
She doesn’t want me to say
Artie
Good
If they come to your door to ask about her, lie really fucking well about where she is
Bo stared down at the message.
I did too.
Then I ripped the phone from his hand and replied myself.
Bo
Are they coming to my door?
Artie
I don’t know. Dad was talking about a few places they think she could’ve gotten before the snow got too thick. He didn’t mention your place, but they’ve already torn apart Cub Lake. You’re not that far from the city
She’s not there, right?
Unlike Bo, I didn’t hesitate to lie to my brother.
Bo
No
Artie
Good
The alpha is really fucking pissed
Bo
Yeah
I dropped the phone on the couch’s armrest and tried to stand. Bo’s arms went around me, holding me on his lap.
“We don’t need to panic.” His voice was calm. Way too calm, considering the messages we’d just gotten.
“Why wouldn’t we need to panic?!” I demanded. “The snow is too thick for me to leave. They’re looking for me. They’re eventually going to realize they should come here to check. If they do?—”
“If they do, I’ll kill them.” Bo was still calm. Neutral. Unworried.
“They won’t be hunting alone, Ambrose. There will be a whole group of them. If a dozen kitsunes show up here, one grizzly isn’t going to be enough to keep me away from them.”
My heart pounded rapidly, sending fear racing through my veins.
I was screwed.
So freaking screwed.
I was going to have to mate with the alpha, and?—
