Charles
Ever since Molly told me about the land at Red Hollow, my mind hasn’t known peace. The name alone is enough to set my wolf pacing beneath my skin. Surely it can’t be that land. The odds are impossible. And yet the name refuses to leave me alone.
I already reached out through the mind link minutes ago, asking Eric to dig quietly and fast. I’m waiting. My wolf is waiting. We both know coincidences don’t exist.
We drive in silence, the road stretching endlessly ahead. Every few seconds my gaze drifts to Molly. Her face is pale, her mouth set in a tight line, her hands folded in her lap like she’s holding herself together by force alone. She looks miserable, exhausted in a way that goes deeper than tonight’s fight. My wolf stirs, restless and protective, a low warning hum in my ches
