"Thank you, Alpha Damon." The witches bowed their heads.
"Arrange some of the pack's fighters for them." I mindlinked Alaric.
"Yes, Alpha." He said politely through the mindlink.
"And take care of the situation here, call the elders if you need any help. I have something to take care of."
Alaric's hesitation lingered in the back of my mind even after I cut the link. He knew exactly what I was going to do, but he also knew better than to stop me.
I turned on my heel and headed toward the castle, each step heavier than the last. The night air was cold, sharp against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the storm building in my chest.
A faint pulse tugged against the bracelet around my wrist. Her emotions brushed against mine in faint waves, confused, frightened, then… gone.
My jaw tightened. "Something's wrong."
Beowulf stirred restlessly inside me. "She's in danger. Let me out." He growled.
