I bit back a groan.
Telling Sab not to get stressed?
The best way to freak her out.
“Okay,” she said, her voice already shaky.
We were screwed.
Her hand fell to rest lightly on Dax’s wolf’s back. “Let’s go,” she whispered to him.
The panic in her voice was really damned obvious.
Dax’s wolf snarled at the restaurant again.
A random wolf darted out of a booth, snapping his teeth back at Dax’s wolf, and all hell broke loose.