Harley:
“He’s close. You need to get home. Our mates are in trouble.” My wolf roared.
I looked at the beast in front of me who was still letting me rub his face.
“It’s time. Are you with me?” I pray he understands me.
His black eyes looked at me with the answers I so desperately needed. He understands. I know he does.
He stood craning his neck upward. Waves of fire hot enough to crumble bone to dust were spat into the air above us. The others roared and stomped, blowing their own fountains of flame. He laid flat on his stomach and my heart sank. I thought they were ready, I thought he understood and accepted me. Hot tears built in my eyes and fear settled in my stomach. If my mates are in trouble, how do I get back to them? I don’t even know where I am.
Chomp took the back of my s
