We were close to the pack headquarters when the distinct feeling of unease ran through the pack bonds, sparking my awareness. It was Reed, and the tug on the bonds left no doubts that whatever the problem was, it was urgent. My wolf kicked our speed up another notch without question. Reed was my blood brother. If he needed us, we ran like the wind.
We wove between trees, dodging limbs and leaping over downed deadfall with the ease of a predator on a hunt, kicking up dirt as we flew past obstacles. Reed was waiting for us when we rounded the corner of the main lodge and skidded to a stop to avoid hitting him. He had a pair of gray sweatpants in hand, so I quickly changed back. He didn’t beat around the bush as he passed me the pants.
“The ODL is here.”
My head snapped up, shocked. “What?
