Emery jerked awake. A low growl rumbled from the end of his bed. In the milky pre-dawn light he saw the shape of his twin brother’s husky, Coda, watching the door—head raised, ears c****d forward. The deep dangerous rumble wasn’t directed at him.
“What’s the matter?” Sophie stirred beside him and curled her body around his.
“I don’t know,” he answered truthfully. He studied Coda’s body, the tense way her withers quivered as her fur bristled.
“Emery,” Sophie whispered, a little more alert now as he struggled to sit up.
Emery pressed her back down in the bed, worried about her injuries. “Sleep. I’m sure she’s jumpy being in a new environment without Fenn.” Hans had volunteered to take the dog to Wes’s, but Emery knew his brother needed private time with Hayden.
“I’ll go check things out
