Tyrell's POV
My focus has completely shifted. All I can think about is getting back to where I belong. The weight of worry for my niece, Caleb, and the whole pack is crushing me. I debate whether a phone call is even possible from this place, but desperation drives me to try reaching out to Janelle. Before dialing, I silently plead, unsure if I'm hoping for the call to connect or for her to not freak out at the sound of my voice.
With trembling fingers, I press the call button and brace myself for the ringing. As the seconds tick by, I find myself silently begging for her not to pick up. How is it even possible that her number is getting through? Shouldn't there be some kind of magical barrier, considering the bizarre circumstances that brought us here in the first place? Maybe if there
