There was a problem.

Not the kind of error that could be explained away or made to feel better. This was more primal, instinctive, and ancient. As soon as I left Michael's room earlier, a void appeared beneath my ribs, as though our relationship had become icy. Dimmed, but not broken. muted.

My fiery, obstinate, devoted wolf had become silent.

Too quiet.

I made another attempt, focusing my awareness inward and looking for that well-known inner pulse of strength. Are you present? ...