Swept Up in Politics

Rob sat, and Jon laid out the food. Becky could feel her heart skip with these two in her personal space. “Now, I’ve briefly filled Rebecca in on the situation. We need to eat and then we need to get out of here. Jon, whoever, attacked me, left me for dead. They found me and patched me up. Jon, it’s worse than a breach. She’s my mate and meeting her surprised me so much I said the word mate. No, I didn’t explain it to her, she thought I meant friend. Hebbs got his hands on her and she mentioned it.”

“That’s a lot to unpack. Uh… The wolves who attacked you are from the Indigo Dawn. Or you don’t know them at all?” Jon looked down at his coffee and frowned, a little confused at how the story played out and who were the exact players.

“They didn’t stop to talk, identify themselves, and their markings weren’t familiar. They just torn into me and left me for dead in the woods near an old side road.” Rob wasn’t pleased with what he had to say. “I’m not sure how the