Colin's phone went to voicemail.
Because of course it did, and it being the middle of the night had nothing to do with it.
In the spring, Colin had become the leader of his pack, following some incredibly shady and incredibly stupid behaviour on the part of the former pack leader, Colin's father.
In his usual overly casual way, Colin had later admitted he'd had to beat the shit out of his own dad while imprisoned by magic in the middle of a bloody pack war, and then pick up the pieces.
I'd talked to him on the phone a few hours before that, also in the middle of the night, when he'd called me to fill me in.
He'd wanted someone outside his pack, someone he trusted to be practical and logical and on his side, to know what was going on in case everything went to shit.
I'd done my best to advise him, but pack wars weren't really in my wheelhouse. I'd asked him to let me get back to him after I consulted my parents.
