Come. Come to me.
Alpha Barton's head snapped up as he awoke in a flash. He had longed, for so long to hear Summer's sultry voice in his head, but he had not wanted to hear a tone of desperation, of panic. His Summer was distressed - why? What had befallen her now? The Alpha quickly roused himself from his slumber, groggily linking minds with his Beta.
Summer calls to me. I must depart. There was no question - Barton could feel her voice in his head repeating, feel the compulsion it provided.
Alpha, please, we need you here. The rogue wolves are growing restless, they are unpredictable but something has them frenzied. His Beta countered
I need to reach her. When I return with a Luna their rogues will understand this pack is impenetrable. Alpha Barton insisted.
They are closing in. A
