"Can I use your phone?"
Drew glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, his mouth quirking up in a smile that read more sad than amused. "If I snap, nine-one-one isn't going to do you much good."
Nope, it definitely wouldn't, even if we could've gotten a police cruiser out here to the middle of nowhere in less than an hour.
I didn't think the cops would be equipped to handle an alpha werewolf in a frenzy. There were supernatural units, of course.
A surprising number of werewolves worked in emergency services—or maybe not so surprising, since they could handle just about anything a criminal could throw at them, and humans liked having them as partners because officer casualties were so much lower in units with shifters attached.
I could remember reading about that somewhere, although I couldn't remember when or why.
But even a random highway patrol officer who happened to be a shifter probably wouldn't be enough.
