“We’ll fix it,” I growled.
“What?” Savannah asked, suddenly shaken from her own silent stare.
I’d been talking to my wolf, but it could have just as well been her.
“We’ll fix your situation, Savannah. But first, we’ve got bigger problems.”
“Fuck. What now?”
“Kahanov.” I turned the laptop toward her. “He retaliated last night while
we were sleeping. He has more power than any of us suspected. Twenty-one
more members of my pack didn’t wake up this morning.”
Darkness settled over my soul. I wanted to hunt. To kill. To protect my
pack.
Savannah’s eyes widened, and she braced against the counter. “Twenty-
one…”
“They’re sleeping, not dead. We need to find a way to wake them and
stop him.”
Her voice broke with half a sob. “Oh, my God, this is all my fault. Why?
Why do I bring an avalanche of shit down on everyone around me?”
Rage and protectiveness flared within me, and I steadied her as she
swayed. “It’s not your fault. He’s a monster, and we’re going to stop him.”
She nodded, and I sucked in a deep breath. There was no good way to
explain the next part. I let some of my alpha presence wash over her to calm
and steady her before I spoke.
“There’s something else you need to know. Kahanov sent dream
messages to many, and rumors are flying. He wants you in exchange for the
lives of the sleepers.”
She clutched her towel, and her fear filled the room. “Your pack hates
me. Someone will—”
“You’re safe. My pack obeys me, and none of my men or women would
ever do anything to harm you. Yes, they may resent you, but they’ll protect
you while we find a way to stop him.”
Savannah shoved away from the counter and placed both hands against