Seventy-Six

Jayk

It's been forty-eight hours since I spotted the abnormality in Dagmar's eyes. Her wolf is pacing back and forth in the cell and hasn't let her shift back into her skin despite my orders. I went through this with Micca. After his first shift, it took a couple of weeks for him to shift back and his eyes were the same shade hers are now. 

"What do we do?" Miles asks. He hasn't left her side. Micca is weak. I think this has to do with the fact that they haven't completed their mating. 

"We had to wait Micca out," I remind him. 

"With Arthur on the move, I don't think we have that long before he strikes again," at the sound of Leelie's voice Dagmar growls and snaps at the metal bars like a rabid dog.  

"Hey, cut that shit out," I slap the bars. She jumps back barking at me. "I paid good money for your teeth for you to just break them being a brat," 

"We can throw one of them in there. If s