Book 1: Chapter Fifty-Two

The mind link fizzled for a minute before a voice came through. It had been spotty at best since the potion was still wearing off. I couldn’t shift but I could now mind-link and pick up things that weighed more than seventy pounds without grunting.

'Beta?'

'I can hear you. What up, Mark?'

I set down the tablet I’d been drawing on for the past forty-five minutes. We were planning a new residential area within the pack territory. It required a rough sketch of the housing layout to see how many homes we could fit without feeling like sardines. As much as we were pack wolves, we still like our space from our neighbors.

'I wanted to give you a heads up, there was a rogue running close to our borders a moment ago. Came in from the east side, swung down south and then followed the river. Looks like towards the ponds.'

My eyes narrowed. 'Just one?'

'Yeah. They also looked like they were carrying an instrument on their back, or at least of of those hard-shell rectangular cases.'

We’d seen some