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A thought occurred to me, and I stood up on my tiptoes. “Maybe there’s something else you could help with. I could have Lincoln pull the plates for his father’s vehicles and the models that he typically uses. Do the red-light cameras still work?”

Sheriff Adam’s brows knitted together. “They do, but we don’t use them for that anymore. They’re just mostly if there are any traffic accidents. That sort of thing.”

I bit my lip. “Maybe Lincoln could log in to them and set up a thing to search for Alpha Dane’s plates so we could get a good warning before any of his men make it here.”

Mark put his hands on my shoulders and shook me. “That’s a great idea, Sloane. It’s at least a twenty-minute drive.”

Twenty minutes would give us plenty of time to prepare and get everyone into position. Our people watched the perimeter, but that only gave us a few minutes.

I smiled at the compliment, and I could see the beam on my mother’s face too. She must’ve agreed that it was an excellent idea as well.

I shifted my gaze back to the sheriff. “Do you think that’s something you can do?”

He scratched at his beard. “I suppose I could get some things put up like that, but I’d want to know when he was coming as well. I still think my men could provide assistance.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “I’d rather more people not know that we can turn into wolves. Can we keep that between us, please? And there’s not really a good way to tell who’s who when we’re in our wolf form. We can tell by smell, but visually, I’m not sure there’s a way to differentiate ourselves. I’d hate for the wrong person to get injured.”

He rubbed his jaw harder. “Give me some time to think on that. Why don’t you and Lincoln come by tomorrow, and we can get stuff set up with the red-light cameras. But I’d like you to come up with some ideas as well on how my team can be involved. Like I said, I don’t want anyone else to get hurt, and we are here to help.”

That was a start, at least. I reached out my hand to him. He let go of my mother’s and shook mine firmly.

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning, if that works?” I asked.

He shook my hand one more time. “Ten a.m.”

I smiled. “Perfect.”

He let go of my hand and tipped his hat at Mark before turning back to my mom and giving her a hug. “I’m truly sorry to hear about David. Please let me know if you need anything, Kathleen.”

Mom said something that I couldn’t understand before pulling away from him. Red rimmed her eyes, and a stray tear trickled down her cheek. “Thanks, Adam. I’ll let you know.”

He nodded at me and then headed toward his car.

Mark shook my shoulders again. “That went better than I thought it would.”

The police car backed up, the tires crunching on the gravel as it drove down the path.

I waved at the sheriff as he turned his car around. “It did go better, thank goodness. I’m so nervous about having him here, though. I don’t know what all the other alphas will think about involving the local police.”

My mom grasped my hand. “He doesn’t need to tell anyone. I understand why you told him, but I fear it’s the truth that might cost him his life. You know how he is. He won’t let this go. He’s going to be involved now more than ever.”

I looked down at the ground, my stomach sinking. “I’m sure we can think of a way to make him helpful without putting him in more danger.”

Mom let out a heavy breath. “I hope so because that man will give his life for the town, and I fear he is going to die protecting us from Alpha Dane.”

Eighteen

Sawyer

If Fiona stared at me any harder, her eyeballs might fall out of her head. She made my insides squirm the way she kept looking. I was afraid that she might devour me whole.

I ducked my head down and kept eating, but that only seemed to encourage her. She padded toward my table, her footfalls growing louder the closer she got, like she wanted to make sure I knew she was coming.

The chair scraped against the floor as she scooted it out and plopped down next to me, close enough for her leg to touch mine.

I cleared my throat as I scooted back, making like I was getting ready to leave.

She smacked her hand down on top of mine, flipping my fork up and splattering spaghetti sauce across the table. She laughed, which grated my ears like someone was running their nails down a chalkboard.

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