If only Noah had barked and then suddenly recovered, it might’ve been a coincidence.

But now Sylvia had done the same thing. Weird didn’t begin to cover it.

Lucian gritted his teeth and tried to stand again.

He couldn’t. Worse — his thighs were already numb, and a prickling ache was creeping up onto his hips. Panic clutched him. He didn’t want to end up crippled.

“Woof! Woof! Woof!” he forced out three low barks, pushing with all his strength — still nothing.

He snapped, furious and terrified, “I barked! Why isn’t it gone yet?”

Hope blinked, genuinely puzzled. “When did you bark? Did anyone hear you?”

“No.” Easton answered...