[DAMIAN]

The little Rare’s eyes were fixed on a point in the air that didn't exist, her jaw locked tight. To anyone else, she looked like she was breaking down. To my Lycan, she looked like she was broadcasting.

“Mom, don’t—” Her breath hitched. She argued with a silent ghost, her body shaking in unfamiliar fear.

“Where are you?” The pet's voice rose, a jagged edge of panic slicing through her tone. “I can find you—come get her.”

I observed Alaric. The Alpha of Emberfell ...