Chapter Sixty Eight

CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT

After a few minutes of vicious, overlapping argument between everyone, Arnold puts his fingers in his mouth and lets out a high pitched whistle that startles everyone into silence. Many of the Arizona shifters who had still been asleep on their makeshift beds sit up, rubbing their eyes and looking confused.

I hope they feel half as frightened and helpless as I felt, waking up in a cage made of silver bars with Malcolm and Brandon standing over me, threatening Nash’s life.

“What, specifically, are you asking for?” Arnold asks. I’m grateful to him for taking over these bizarre negotiations - he knows a lot more about werewolf law and lore than I do, and I doubt I would even be able to talk about the notion of losing my baby without dissolving into screaming sobs.

“Our proposal is as follows,” Brandon says. “The child will return to Arizona with us, to be raised as a member of our pack.”

“Only the child?” Arnold asks.