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If I didn’t fight against her and rid us of her threat, how could I expect our home, our way of life, to come out unscathed on the other end? What kind of chaos would those I loved have to live in if we didn’t stop her? Ulfen was right.
Ihadto do something. I was still thinking when Rosalina shot to her feet and quickly dialed a number.
“Who are you calling?” I asked.
“Jake.”
Huh?
Rosalina explained. “He’s been doing all that research on his fancy computers, maybe if we tell him about this something will click.”
Shit!Everything was getting derailed. I shook myself realizing that byeverythingI meantmy goals.
Hello, the world doesn’t revolve around you, Toni Sunder.
If others wanted to run around chasing mad witches to exert revenge, who was I to stop them? Especially when they were all about helping me whenIneeded them. I only hoped that, by getting involved, those plans of mine didn’t get totally trashed.
CHAPTER 22
Damn it all to hell!
I didn’t want to attend another Pack Rule meeting, but that was where I was headed. There was one huge difference from last time, though. I was alone in the back of the windowless delivery van while Eric drove, and Jake headed there on his own.
It was 9 PM. We’d wasted an entire day without getting closer to a solution for Jake’s curse, and now this!
Rosalina had immediately regretted taking matters into her hands and calling Jake. He had derailed us into this. Quite unexpectedly. She hadn’t been happy about it or about being left behind since only werewolves were allowed in Wolfskeep.
She’d been right, though. Mentioning the airport to Jake had jogged his memory. There was something in his research of empty warehouses around St. Louis that suggested Rosalina’s recollections might be right. He had been looking for another place from which Mekare could be distributing rhabo—the flow of the drug into the city hadn’t stopped despite the fact that Stephen Erickson was dead, so it was safe to assume the Midnight Witch had taken over the operation—and among the many potential places on his list that fit the profile, there was a large warehouse on Frost Avenue.
The van rocked. I sighed, trying to figure out Mekare’s endgame.
Though the Dark Donna’s plan of starting a war between vampires and werewolves had failed now that all the packs knew the truth, whatever Mekare’s schemes, they still involved killing vamps with rhabo. Was that only about making money? It seemed unlikely.
Either way, the war was now between her hybrids and everyone else instead. The creatures had made another appearance. This time at a mall. I’d caught the news before we left, and it hadn’t been pretty. Fifteen people had died, Stales and Skews alike. They moved on before the police arrived. Lucia’s school had only been the beginning. Soon, no one would be safe anymore.
Jake had also shared that small packs were becoming targets for the witch, and she seemed to be very busy making new members for a growing army. He’d heard the news through the werewolf grapevine. Two packs in the Green Park area had been decimated. Only their young had been left behind, orphaned and traumatized by the attack and how their parents had been taken from them.
