I threw myself down the stairs, trying to mind-link someone – anyone when the siren cut off, telling me all warriors had reported or were engaged in battle, they’d only respond to mind-links of those around them.
Shit, I needed to know if it was safe to leave or if I was stuck here.
A deep voice finally replied to my call, making me hesitate as I hit the bottom floor. Miss Dawson, the voice greeted, familiar and frightening for a whole new reason.
A-Alpha Marcos – I'm-
Get to the infirmary, help them how you can. He ordered, not waiting until I agreed. Stay there until my sons find you. The link subsided, a short breath I didn’t realise I’d been holding falling from me.
I’ll take that as Welcome to the family.
It had been deadly silent within the Pack house, but once I stepp
