FERAL
Roger knew at ten past nine.
He was in the study with Soren and Lucian, reviewing the response to the council dispatch, when the bond did something it had never done before, it pulled. Not the warm directional pull of proximity, not the compass settling. A sharp cold jerk, like a rope snapping taut, directional and urgent and accompanied by the specific quality of wrong that his wolf had never felt in his life and recognised instantly.
He was out of the room before either Soren or Lucian could process the change in him.
He found her trail at the eastern path. He followed it to where the grass was disturbed, where there had been a struggle,two other scent signatures, Ashvale, and the particular sharp chemical note that he identified and felt his vision go white at the edges when h
