“In time.”
“We don’t have time,” I said. At most, we had nine months. Eight months now. I placed my hand on my belly again.
“We don’t have a lot of options,” Victoria said. “Unless you know someone else entrenched in Jake’s pack lands.”
I didn’t, and that was part of the problem.
Sienna was young, she could still be molded. But she needed to be guided in the right direction to the right outcomes. And with less variables this time.
Surely she could understand that we didn’t want to harm Amelia or her baby either, it was just a necessary approach, for the good of the pack.
For both our packs.
“If she wants her brother back, she has to do something,” I said.
“I’ve been trying to tell her that,” Victoria said.
“Perhaps texting isn’t enough,” I said. “Maybe we need to call her and con
