Wheeling Gull Isle you were a comet... and i lost it...

His wife called and even if there hadn’t been a sense of urgency in her tone, he would’ve made haste to her. But Heda sounded distressed, so Caracal flagged down Towhee to keep an eye on the smaller pups while he raced to check on his mate.

Caracal came upon the scene and froze, eyes jumping from Heda to Malakai to—who the fuck was that? He inhaled sharply, then glanced at his wife again. She was crackling with wrathful energy, which meant something was very wrong.

Moving to flank his wife with their son—who looked unharmed—tucked safely between them, Caracal stared at the young stranger and barked the question bouncing around his brain: Who the fuck are you?!

Lowering his voice, he muttered out of the side of his mouth to Heda, What do you need me to do?