Sofia
"Luna? Sofia?"
Oliver's voice ran through my head. I opened my eyes to see him standing in front of me. My sleep fogged mind first struggled to figure out where I was and why Devon wasn't with me.
It came back quickly. I was in a chair in the room with the poor little freed children, and Devon was off fighting and in Danger. My heart pounded at the thought.
Since I assumed Oliver was using the mind link not to wake the children, I did the same. "What is it?” I was afraid of his answer, but I had to know. Was Devon hurt? That wisp in the back of my mind panicked at the thought.
"The battle is over and we prevailed, but Devon needs you."
I nearly melted with relief at his first statement, and then confusion at his second.
"What's wrong?"
"Seems he's lost control of his wolf."
