LUCAS.
I figure that if I ignore the call, the person will stop and I can go back to sleep, but then I remember that the only ones who call the cell phones are the members outside the pack.
The only one outside the pack is Maya.
With a fast turn that makes my head dizzy, I reach for my phone.
"Hello," I say, voice groggy with sleep.
"Hey, Lucas," her familiar voice f>lyers through the phone.
"Oh, thank the goddess. Maya. Are you okay? You are alive. Where are you? We will come get you."
"I am alright Luacs. I am safe."
"Where are you? We went searching for you, we found trails of blood and mayhem and what I am pretty sure is a car crash and then we were attacked. Maya, tell me, where are you? I need to see you and then beat you up for stressing me this much."
"Please, you couldn't beat me up even if I was tied up."
"Where are you, Maya?" I ask again. Why is she avoiding the question?
"I can't tell you that."