*Calvin*
Anger. Rage. I’m trying to control it as we drive to Worm Moon, but it is a struggle.
“Relax,” Dad says as he drives. “It sounds like he may not be bad.”
“We don’t know that,” I growl from behind him. “If he hurt her…”
Peter turns to me. “It doesn’t seem that he did. He helped bury her baby. She mentioned him casually, not in fear. We need to talk to him calmly. If we scare him, he may not tell us anything.”
I know this. I know the reasonable thing to do is to remain calm, but Mace… Mace is out for blood.
He is probably looking for her, too, I remind my wolf.
Or he knows where she is.
He wouldn’t let them torture her. It would be better for him if she’s dead.
My heart beats faster as we get closer. I close my eyes and inhale slowly, exhaling even more slowl
