Traylor, Nayla, Ladon, and Chaske are driving back to their pack. Chaske is on the phone talking to Dasan.
"My sweet Nayla, your mind is working overtime." He kisses the back of her hand.
Ladon looks at her through the rearview mirror.
She looks at Traylor. "I am wondering what medication are they giving his members It has to be more than one. From the way, they were looking and acting. the cocktail has to be a mixture of sleeping, depression, allergies, and asthma medications."
"That sick bastard. what does he have to gain by doing that?" Traylor is looking at her. "Why would they live our pack to join his. None of this makes any sense."
Chaske hangs the phone up. "Dasan found an advertisement that bastard posted. The way the ad reads it is suppose to be like an active elder commu
