Chapter 21
My first impulse was to shift and find Jacob. My student. My responsibility.
Our pack, my wolf answered, for once refusing to take the bait and claim our shared skin. Group hunt.
She must have backed up her demand with some intangible bond-tugging, because a whisper of sound emerged from the doorway about the time I ceased fighting our internal battle. “What’s wrong?” Claw stood just outside the bunkhouse wearing pants but nothing else. Despite the compulsion to find Jacob before something terrible happened, I lost one second to enjoying the view.
Which meant my wolf answered before I did, broadcasting raw memory. Flashes of scent, sound, and image. Pounding drums. A wolf statue. Jacob Changed and gone.
“He can’t have much of a head start. We’ll find him together.” The last
