We drove toward the pack. I hung up the phone, probably what would be considered mid-conversation, and I know that would have frustrated both of them, but right now I did not care. They needed to listen to me. If they were desperate, they would hopefully do what I wanted them to.

I hear my grandfather chuckle in the driver's seat next to me. I looked at him, my eyebrows raised.

“You got them told, eh?” he smiles.

“I did not expect you to give me my phone back, to be honest. So I thought the best thing to do would be to call them, to call Tate, he was...