Is it Maddy?
Callum met my eyes in the rearview mirror. “The answer is yes.”
Callum parked the car in the front of the restaurant. I’d expected him to drop me off at the house, but given that Sora was with us, keeping our distance from Aly was probably a good idea.
I knew for a fact that my foster mother was an excellent shot.
“We have days, Rose.” Callum’s voice was strained—just barely, but for him, that was the equivalent to cussing and screaming. “We have a week, if we’re lucky. Every future I can find is coated in blood. I’ll hold the other alphas off as long as I can, but you need to find her. Fast.”
Her, as in Maddy.
Our Maddy. The Rabid.
“You’re not going to look for her?” I asked, forcing myself to be calm, to not think about the pictures or the bodies or the way Maddy had
