“You could still move them along.”
“I understand your frustration. My wolf’s the same way.”
“What about you? You’re in this mess as much as her.”
“I can’t risk saying the wrong thing. Just because she’s Nora’s goddaughter, that doesn’t mean she knows the way our instincts work.”
“Maybe not, but you could at least try telling her.”
I didn’t agree. “Just let me handle it, all right?”
Dustin released a long sigh, then pushed away from the couch so he could get some food. “It’s your funeral.”
With any luck and a bit of planning, it won’t be.