Chapter 301: Not Helping, Lake

OLLIE

Riley had been sitting in that same position for over an hour—legs crossed, hands resting on his knees, eyes closed in deep concentration that made his face look older than five years should allow. He was so still that if I didn't have werewolf hearing that could pick up his heartbeat and breathing, I might have worried he'd turned into a statue.

Lake, on the other hand, had approximately zero patience for stillness.

"Anything yet?" Lake asked for what had to be the twentieth time, executing a perfect cartwheel across the playroom floor before landing right next to where Riley sat. "Any visions? Glimpses...