Colin hummed. “You’re right,” he grumbled. “You knew each other, didn’t you Diana?”
I didn’t dare answer, but I nodded.
“We can’t stay here,” Ambrose’s mother said weakly. “If there are anti-supers here, it’ll only be a matter of time before they attack us, and we’re a small pack. There aren’t even proper authorities in this town, so we’re free for the picking.”
“You can tell Kaleem we want peace,” Colin said while stepping forward, and I held my ground until he was standing before me. “We don’t want a repeat of the past, but we don’t want to bury any more of our members.”
He sighed, appearing concerned, but it wasn’t genuine. I could see through him like a glass table, but I couldn’t deny we were in danger. Kaleem was the last man I wanted to see, let alone speak to, but this would be for the pack.
I glanced at my Dad because this would be for him.
We’d have a chance at getting our old lives back, and if I could help with that, I’d do it. I’d heard Kaleem’s voice after over a decade, and perhaps calling him had been the wrong thing to do. Like a chain of events, I had unknowingly triggered this entire thing.
His voice echoed in my head, and I closed my eyes for a second. I didn’t want to see him, yet my heart was racing.
“Will you do it, Diana?” Colin asked as if he was giving me and choice, but I nodded nonetheless.
“I’ll do it,” I mumbled. “I’ll speak with Alpha Kaleem.”