Ainsley sat in her office at Crescent Moon, sorting through schedules for the upcoming recording sessions. Between coordinating pack business and the pups' new music plans, she was running on fumes. Coffee and her genuine love for Della kept her going during times like these.
She rubbed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, reaching for her phone. There was a message waiting, an anonymous text with no number, just a single line:
Meet us. Edge of the eastern border. Midnight. We need to see you. —M & D
Mother and Dad. Her stomach twisted. What could they possibly want?
