Brax and I walked back to the women’s village hand in hand. It could’ve been romantic if Brax’s strides weren’t at least two of mine so I looked like I was trying to play hopscotch to keep up with him.

“You’re in a rush.”

He nodded. “I need to tell the alphas.”

“What about your link thing? Can’t you just tell them through that?” I asked, and he nodded.

“I can, but sometimes what we say doesn’t come through as clearly as we want. It all depends on the height of our emotions and the physical distance between us,” he said. “And I can’t let this information get distorted.”

“This...