* * * Hayden’s POV * * *
“Settle down, everyone. Ladies, please. It’s just another TWPA visit, to check on our guest,” the old woman calls up the stairs. I follow her gaze and see a dozen or so equally wrinkly faces looking down on us.
I try to give them a reassuring smile, but no one smiles back. Some turn away in disgust and I can hear somebody crying in an upstairs room. My senses seem more alert than usual.
Your senses are developing because of the wolf bond. Once we are fully bonded, all your senses will be heightened, Zachary explains to me.
“Please don’t mind them. They never take kindly to TWPA visits, nor the men that they send, and they feel sorry for Harry.”
The old woman’s words fill my veins with fire.
He’s here.
Harry is here.
We have found Harry.
Now we just have
