Elena Torres (POV)

Andrew's voice changed. It wasn't loud. It wasn't even sharp. It was quiet. Dangerously quiet

"Say that again," he muttered into the phone, his back still turned to me.

A pause. Then his shoulders went rigid.

My heart started pounding for no reason, no, not for no reason. I had lived long enough around wolves to understand that tone, especially with Andrew. It means something urgent and terrible, or maybe it was all in my head.

"I'm on my way," Andrew said finally ...