CHAPTER NINETY NINE
“Let’s go, Nash,” I say, taking him by the arm. The San Diego shifters seem to all get the message and collectively form a protective group around me, Nash, and Ayala. We hurry back into the pack house, leaving a few guards outside to stand watch.
Isaac adn Regan remain on the beach, unable or unwilling to fight us, but also unable or unwilling to leave.
As soon as the patio door slides closed behind the last member of our pack, and we’re all safely inside, the entire pack erupts into questions.
“What could possibly be going on?”
“Why are they back?”
“Is Juliana okay?”
“Do you think there could be more of them coming?”