Breath mists were coming from Reyland and his father; nothing was coming from Corien.
Reyland glanced from one alpha to the other.
Finally, his eyes rested on his father.
“Fa–” Reyland paused. The sound from his throat was unfamiliar.
His eyes widened.
His right hand shot to his throat.
As his palm touched his skin, he gripped his throat with his hand and jumped up to his bare feet.
His pants fell to the ground, and Reyland stared down at himself.
A sound that no one, none of the three, Reyland included, had ever heard, came out from Reyland’s mouth.
It was a whine, a cry, and a moan, all together.
Dax stood. Corien moved to the young wolf.
The sound increased, and Dax wrapped his powerful arms around his son as Reyland screamed in a timber so deep that Dax’s large frame vibrat
