Killian pov
Killian was not doing well, for a multitude of reasons. The packs best trackers were unable to pick up anything. The rogue attacks had just stopped, like they had never been. The witches seemed to be their only hope at this point.
Everyone in the pack was tense. They knew something was going on with the higher ranks, but nothing was announced. Killian had suddenly gotten a mindlink from Penelope saying that his son was okay, but he was needed.
When Penelope looked at him as he entered the panic room, Killian knew what she saw. He was looking pretty haggard, he stopped shaving, and eating properly.
“What’s going on?” Killian asked as he crouched down next to his son. They agreed to keep Callum in the dark, but his son was so smart. He wasn’t sure how long it would stay that
