To my surprise, a wolf prowled out of the trees. I couldn't tell who, but it wasn't the Alpha since this one was a sandy gray color, which grew darker in color under the pelting rain.

Harlow, it's me, Aimes.

I jolted backward. The voice had come from inside my head.

Can you hear me?

"Yes," I whispered breathlessly.

My heart beat itself into a frenzy. How was this possible? Aimes was talking to me telepathically, but how? It must have been a wolf thing. ...