While they were in the conference room, Juke’s wolf began to pace in his mind.
“Roran, what is it? What as you so restless?”
“Something is wrong. I can’t feel my little wolf anywhere. Juke, we must find him.”
“Are you sure?”
“Don’t ask ridiculous questions, and go look for him.” Roran's voice rang loud inside Juke’s head.
Juke turned to his father. “Dad, I’d like to leave if you can continue without me. Something is wrong with Dale. I have to check it out.”
Juke's father nodded, concern etching his features. "Of course, son. Find him. Let us know if you need help."
Without another word, Juke bolted from the room, his heart pounding in sync with Roran's anxious pacing. He raced through the corridors of the main house, checking rooms as he went and reaching out with his mind, desperately searching for any trace of Dale's presence.
Nothing.
Panic rose in his chest when he didn’t find Dale in their bedroom. Juke burst out into the cool mid-morning air. He paused, scenting the wind, hoping
