everything I can to get her back.”
She nodded slowly as my presence took away her fear and pain and
amplified the true power I had over my pack—their trust.
I placed a hand on her shoulder. “Tell me what happened. Was she
attacked? Any sign of a demon entering the house?”
She shook her head and wiped her eyes on the backs of her hands. “Cara
came home from a night on the town and was quiet all evening. I thought she
was just sleeping in late, but when I checked on her, she wouldn’t wake up. I
called 911 right away.”
The scent of her emotions tore at me. Despair. Anguish. Hopelessness.
My pack was hurting, and that cut worse than any knife wound.
I tried to coax more information out of her, but the anguished woman had
little to give. Eventually, Regina laid a hand on my arm, and I caught the
meaning in her eyes.
I stepped back. “I’m sorry to ask so many questions. I’ll let you get some
rest. And I’ll do everything I can to lift the curse from Cara.”
“Thank you, Alpha.”
I turned to leave, but the woman caught my arm. “It’s silly, but I had a
dream about this.”
My heart froze. I’d only been asking about Cara. “What do you mean?”
“A man came to me in my dreams…he was tall and thin, and I never saw
his face. He said my daughter was in trouble, and that…” She paused and
averted her eyes, and I sensed deep shame.
“What did he say? Tell me. It’s important.”
She swallowed and wouldn’t meet my gaze. “He said that you’d failed us,
but that you’d know what to do to make it right.”
Fury wound around my heart. That fucking bastard Kahanov.
She quickly grasped my hand, sensing my rage. “I know it was just a
dream, and this isn’t your fault, Alpha. But I’m praying that you do know
what to do.”