She pulled him closer, pulled him down until his head was on her shoulder and pulled his arms around her waist. “Who’s gone, chere? Tell me. Tell Summer. Who’s gone?”
Isaac’s tremors increased and the tears fell heavier, soaking through her shirt as he shook his head helplessly, finding it difficult to utter those damning words aloud. But he had to. So he curled his fingers around her hips and exhaled a deep and wavering breath, their names finally escaping. “B-Boyd a-and E-Erica…”
“Your packmates,” she breathed. /Aw, hell./ “Chere, you need to talk to me. Can you — breathe for me, okay? Deep breaths.” She picked up a box of tissues and held them for him. “I need you to just be strong for just a minute and then I promise you can fall apart. Your packmates are missing? And you’ve looked in all the places they should be? Called them?”