Chapter 108. Colton

Doc was right. I can’t take on a pack of Santo wolves, especially ones who don’t play fair and use dart guns to subdue my kind. My gifts are worth shit without having complete control of them. Colton needs to be in this, no matter how I feel, as Sierra is his mother, and I owe him to give her back to him, where she belongs. He can protect her in ways her own pack failed. Her son will never let her down in that way.

“You can have some time; this road is a good long drive to get out of the undergrowth, and by my calculations, we have three hours minimum, depending on the metabolism of the wolves before they start to come round. I’m hoping for six, which is probably a human response to the dr*g, but your kind is always a little more geared to outdoing us, even in an isolation tank. You can take a little headspace before you contact him. Just, you know, not too long, as we don’t want to be driving in the wrong direction or anything.”

He isn’t helping, and I turn and