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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Into the Viaduct
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2022-04-05 00:21:42Vuko POV
When we leave the diner I start getting anxious. What if we're too late? What if Didi has already attacked her? What if she's at this moment lying injured or ... I don't want to think of anything worse than injured.
Fulvio is keeping pace next to me.
"She has the iron," he says, "Silvia the Ironwolf, she will be okay." He smiles and lopes ahead.
I shouldn't worry, we are moving pretty fast, following Graydon the Airwolf. I use a little edge, letting Vi take over for a bit to outrun the others. They quickly understand what I'm doing and do the same themselves, until it becomes like a game of werewolf tag. We can't help ourselves, we let out whoops and howls of happiness.
CUT. IT. OUT!!!!
We all hear the mindlink and our wolves obey instantly. A command that feels almost as strong as an Alpha's. It's a command that completely takes over our muscles and nerves and fibres. We could no sooner disobey that command t
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