Walking the halls of the local public school with my older packmates, I kept an eye on my younger members. A nagging feeling sat in the back of my mind, urging me to track each of their scents. My instincts told me something was off. I followed the familiar trails, tracing their presence through the corridors until I was sure none of them were in trouble. Still, the unease lingered. Satisfied that nothing immediate was wrong, I sent a message home.
If you thought for one second I was contacting Neil, you had another thing coming. He’d been secretive lately, withholding something from me deliberately. I knew he never kept things from me without reason, but this was pushing the limits of what I was willing to tolerate. He was teetering on the edge, and I wasn’t about to let it slide much lo
