“Bruce,” came a familiar commanding voice, waking him up. He wasn’t sure how many times his father had called, but the last one carried an irritated tone that made his stomach tighten.

“Yes, Father,” Bruce answered at once. His father’s voice was coming through the pack link.

“Meet me in less than an hour and thirty minutes,” the king ordered, and just like that, the pack link ended.

No how are you? No how’s your leg? Not even a simple I hope you’re feeling better. It was ...