~Kalean~
The air inside the private jet felt cold, no matter how much I tried to settle into the leather seat.
We were cutting across the sky at a speed that should have made me feel like we were winning against time,
The flight was only six hours, yet by the time the wheels touched the ground near the territory of the affected packs, my skin felt too tight for my body.
It was four in the morning.
That grey, lonely hour where the world is caught between a dream and a nightmare.
I stepped off the plane and the damp air of the landing strip hit my face, but it didn't cool the fire sitting in the back of my mind.
Something was wrong. It wasn't just the pack attacks or the reports of rogues. It was a deep, dragging feeling in my soul.
Kane, my wolf, was a storm inside me.
He was
