The man on the phone is speaking now, giving our location, and I’m amazed to discover I can detect the pilot’s voice just as easily. Sinclair’s heart beat is pounding against my ear, and the sounds of his men’s hearts and breath fill my head as well. “Too loud.” I whimper, “It’s too loud.”
“I know, baby.” Sinclair whispers, but it sounds like a yell. He chafes my body with his hands, generating heat through his thick jacket. “We don’t have much time.” He says then, clearly talking to his men. “She’s about to enter her first shift.”
“Her first –” One of the men starts to question, clearly not in on the secret of my suppressed wolf.
Sinclair cuts him off, “I’ll explain later, we need to get out of the woods.”
He stands, cradling me in his arms, and I sob into his neck. “Th-the p-pup.” I
