Page 135 of Broken Wolf Heart
Savannah nods, then tells her crew to set up just outside the barricade. “We’ll go live in ten, just over there.”
The moment she’s gone, I feel the shift behind me in the air. I whirl just in time to see two women enter, the scent of my father’s pack coming off them strong enough to set me on edge.
Alvaro’s wife, Gloria. And Rocco’s wife, Sonesta.
I tap Razor’s shoulder to get his attention, and he stiffens. Crow swears under his breath. Not angry, just worried.
“Mom?” Razor says uncertainly.
Gloria just looks him up and down. “You look like hell.”
“What are you doing here?”
Sonesta lifts her chin. “You’re my son. Where else would I be?”
Razor blinks, clearly caught off guard. “Dad’s…not here.”
“I think I know exactly where your father is.”
Razor tenses.
Crow is frozen beside him, a deer in headlights. It might be funny if it weren’t so fucked up—seeing Crow thrown off by someone so harmless.
Gloria flicks him a glance. “I’m guessing you had your hand in that.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Crow’s answer is instant and unapologetic.
Gloria is silent for a long moment, her mouth set in a hard line. She turns back to Razor. Then she steps forward and pulls him into a hug.
“Good,” she whispers. She pulls back and pats his cheek. “I expect you for dinner when this is over.”
“O-okay,” Razor manages.
She turns to Crow and softens. “Both of you.”
Crow blinks. Then nods. “Yes, ma’am.”
The moment is weirdly domestic and comforting—exactly what I didn’t know we needed.
“And my husband?” Sonesta asks quietly. “Has anyone heard from Rocco?”
Razor and Crow look to me with matching “it’s your turn now” expressions.
“Our intel says he’s inside the lab,” I tell her.
She just juts her chin. “He’s the enemy now.”
It’s not a question, but I understand what she’s asking me.
“Dutch and Charlie plan to find him and try to convince him not to fight us,” I tell her. “But I can’t make any promises.”
She inhales shakily but nods. It’s not exactly the first time these women have seen their husbands go off to battle. Itisthe first time their sons have been on the opposite side of that battle, though.
“All right, then,” she says. “The rest is on him.”
“Would you both like to wait in the back office?” Lexi asks. “There’s a couch and a screen where you can watch Savannah’s broadcast. And we can have someone bring you some tea or coffee.”
“You got any vodka?” Gloria asks, eyeing the bar that’s clearly fully stocked.
