Before I could even finish typing my message, Kane called.

I pulled the blanket over my head and answered in a muffled voice.

Kane’s deep, slightly hoarse voice came through the phone. A werewolf’s senses were sharp enough that even through a call, he could detect something wrong.

“Your breathing sounds uneven. Are you sick or hurt?”

“Neither. I came to treat Cejay...”

I didn’t even know why, but whenever I talked to Kane, all my defenses would fall away. I ended up telling him everything that had happened today.

Every now and then, I could hear papers rustling on his end. It was quiet around him, but no matter...