Greta's eyes flew wide when she looked at her phone and saw her brother's name. "Oh Goddess, it's Graeme," she said, shifting her alarmed eyes to her mate. A beat passed before Sam walked forward to where Greta could feel the physical heat of him, but that comfort only slowed her heart briefly before it sped up again as she wondered what to do.
Sam reached up to embrace her shoulders as she looked helplessly at the phone in her hands. "What do I—what do I do?" she whispered. She knew Graeme couldn't know what had happened yet, because he would bolt out of the pack house in such a state that everyone would know something horrible had happened. It was rare that Greta found herself in the unsteady position of having few answers, and the fact that this particular dilemma included her brother and his mate amplified her discomfort considerably.
"You have to answer it," Sam replied, his hands on her shoulders tightening.
