Triam
Something was wrong.
Although he couldn’t explain it. He just knew that something was wrong. He could feel it in his bones. Triam stood staring out the window trying to figure out what he was feeling. He needed to be somewhere. It was the same feeling he’d felt the night he met his mate. The burning sensation in his gut, pulling him out there. Triam opened the window and took a deep breath as if he could smell what was wrong in the air.
“What the f**k is going on?” he asked himself, rubbing his chest again. s**t. He turned away and closed his eyes as he concentrated on the feeling, hoping it’d teleport him to where he needed to be. He’d done the same thing when he was a child, and he missed his mother. He’d followed the feeling and he appeared where she was.
Triam concentrate
