JAKE
As I stood there, adrenaline pumping through my veins, Jerome’s voice echoed in my mind, calm but firm. Jake, he said, his tone suddenly serious, what if we try to talk to your father’s wolf?
I frowned, the thought catching me off guard. But his wolf is missing, I replied, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me. How could we even reach it?
Maybe it’s not gone for good, Jerome countered, his voice steady. Wolves have a way of communicating even when they’re hidden. It’s possible your father’s wolf is just...lost or suppressed. If we can connect with him, maybe we can understand what’s happening.
I considered this for a moment, my mind racing. How do we do that? I asked, my heart pounding at the thought of trying to reach my father’s wolf.
We might need help, Jerome suggeste
