Noah POV

I push through the link before the thought is fully formed. 'Zoe. Can you talk?'

A beat—the held-breath silence of someone checking their surroundings—and then she's there.

'I'm here. What is it?'

'I need your location confirmed. Not for the pack, not for strategy. For me. I need to know exactly where you are.' I don't dress it up. 'Tell me everything you remember about how they brought you there.'

She doesn't argue. She goes through it with the ...