Raphael. Something was wrong with Raphael.

I rushed inside and dumped out the contents of my purse, looking for Raphael’s stupid flip phone.

Damn it. Why do I keep so much junk in my purse?

I spotted the black square, and grabbed it with shaking hands. It took me two tries to dial Adrian’s number correctly.

As soon as Adrian picked up, I could hear yelling.

“What’s going on?”

“Your brother is losing it, that’s what’s going on! He nearly bit Beth. We’re trying to tie him down. Hang on.” The phone clattered as it dropped.

A bunch of shouting and screaming that I couldn’t make out echoed through the line before it went quiet.

Please let everything be okay.

I paced the room with the phone glued to my ear. Maybe I wouldn’t mind being a wolf. At least then I could hear what was going on.

It felt like a million years passed before Adrian picked up the phone again. “You still there?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Is he okay?”

“He’s alive.”

“That’s not the same thing, and you know it.”

He let out a breath. “How close are you to finding something to fix him?”

“I don’t know. I have a lead, but I’m not sure what I’ll find. It could be a day. It could be five. I need time.” My anxiety level shot through the roof. What if I took too long? What if after all this, I found what I needed and I was too late to save him?

He had to hang on.

“Claudia… I just… I don’t know if he’s got that kind of time.”

I thought hard and fast. There had to be something I could do. “Is he sedated?”

“Yeah. But the drugs are wearing off faster and faster. He was only knocked out for an hour and a half before he ripped apart our RV and I gave him enough to put out an Alpha. We nearly wrecked… I don’t think we can stay on the road much longer.”

I let out a breath. Last I knew they were in Mexico City. “Where are you now?”

“We’re almost to Guatemala. We’ve been taking turns driving, so we’re going as fast as we can.”

If they couldn’t make it all the way here, then I’d have to find a way to get to them. I’d had a few hours between flights at the Lima airport, so I’d scanned the flight boards. There’d been a lot of people traveling to Central and South America, but I’d seen a lot of flights headed to Costa Rica. “Okay. San Jose is in between here and there. And I think there are regular flights from Peru. Can you get there?”

“Yeah. We can make it that far.”