DELILAH
“You feel it, right?” Mel linked me.
“Did you see where he went?” I asked her.
Mel shook her head. The conversation with Aunt Lea, Missy, and Sadie had moved onto baby stuff, but the pulsing anger along our bond distracted Mel and me. I had begun to notice over the last few days that it wasn’t difficult to focus on other things unless Junior’s emotions were ratcheted up to extreme levels. If I concentrated on our bond or thought about Junior in particular, those feelings came back to the front. There was no way to ignore them now, though.
I surveyed the room, looking for what was missing. Uncle L sat on the floor with Maverick. Dad was with Ronin, Valen, and Grey. Mom sat on the couch holding Blake next to Sloan, who didn’t look all too thrilled with the tiny pup. Junior, Leo
