“We were bombarded with calls. My Dad was right; not all of them were local, some were international news outlets. Bastian ended up cutting off the doorbell and landline.” Penelope sighed deeply as she swept her hair back into a messy bun. She was sitting on the edge of the tub getting ready to fill ‘er up with hot water and drop in a jasmine scented bath bomb.
While things had died down considerably since Sebastian disconnected the pack house’s landline and disabled the doorbell, Penelope had no doubt that it would only be a temporary reprieve. At some point, people would probably get ahold of hers, or perhaps her pack members’, personal phone numbers. Carrie had already been struggling to respond to, or flat out mass delete, the flood of emails that they’d received to their organization
