Robin walked around the house, the backyard and even the driveway, waiting for the feeling that wasn’t her feeling to leave her body. It didn’t work. Okay, maybe, there is really something wrong. She found herself thinking. Robin checked her phone. It was 4 am. Usually, by now Wilder would be drunkenly stumbling back to the house.
We need to help him. He needs us, Robin. The wolf pleaded with Robin. Robin was still unsure if the wolf was telling the truth or the bond was making her dramatize things. Nonetheless, she texted Wren, checking if she was awake.
Wren replied within minutes. What is it with this family and being up at the bad hours? Robin thought to herself and called Wren. She needed to do this before she changed her mind.
“What’s up?” Wren answered immediately. Sh
