He snatched it up and answered, and the moment Trisha’s frantic voice came through, I knew what was coming. It was on loudspeaker — I could hear every soft, pitiful note of it.
“Ry… I don’t feel good. My wolf isn’t responding… I’m so scared. What should I do?”
I didn’t even look at them, but I heard the way Warren’s breath caught. He didn’t even wait for Ryan to answer. He shifted on the spot, fur rippling through his skin as his wolf form erupted out of him. He growled low, and then barked out —
“Don’t be afraid, Trisha! I’m coming right now!”
Ryan’s eyes darted to me briefly, his expression conflicted, but only for a second.
Then he shifted too, his golden fur catching the light of the dying fire.
They bolted out the door together, leaving nothing but pawprints and the faint scent of their wolves in the room behind them.
Neither of them spared me more than a passing glance. I stayed there, still as stone, staring at the doorway long after they’d gone.
When my phone rang, I already knew who it was before I saw his name.
I answered, pressing the screen to my ear.
“Allison,” Alpha Caden said, his deep voice somber. “I found your letter on my desk.”