RICHARD POV
Rachel was still asking questions.
Of f*****g course she was.
“Why now?” she whined from the other side of my bedroom, one hand on her hip, the other holding a silk blouse like we were discussing wardrobe options for brunch and not actively trying to avoid being slaughtered. “Richy, why do we have to leave now?”
I shoved another stack of cash into the bottom of my bag and ignored her.
“Richard.”
Still ignored her.
“We are so close.”
That did it.
I stopped.
Nothing about me had been calm since the first call form border patrols had ripped through the pack bond and then, everything blew up, ending with Kyan’s f*****g hunting howl rolling over Bloodclaw territory.
I crossed the room, grabbed my sister by both shoulders, and shook her hard enough that the blouse fell fro
