*Bexley*
I want to run to Canaan and wrap my arms around his furry neck, but we can’t do that right now. The sounds of fighting from downstairs are still intense, and it’s clear he’s still injured. He drops Garth’s head on the floor, and I rush over to him, trying to see where the bullet entered him earlier.
He nuzzles up against me, and I almost laugh, but I’m too busy looking for his injury. I find it in his shoulder. “This looks painful,” I murmur, wishing he could talk to me. His eye is also a bit jacked up, like maybe Garth also punched him too hard in the face.
“I’m all right,” I hear in my head.
I take a step backward and almost trip over what’s left of Garth. “Wh-what was that?”
He looks at me with a wolfy grin. “That’s the mind-link. I can talk to you now that you know who yo
