Page 211 of Vameer

I should talk to Grandmother.

Exhaling, I brace myself for letting the pack in. Because that’s gotten harder too. Keeping everyone’s emotions out of my head.

It’s a power given only to alphas. Feeling their pack’s emotions. For better or worse. I know when my pack is happy. I know when they’re not. And I know if someone is feeling murderous.

Hardly evidence that could be used in a human court of law.

But we aren’t human.

And I am the law.

Another log pops in the fire.

The thing is… I’ve been feeling more than my pack’s emotions.

I’ve been feeling a lot more.

I close my eyes and picture the chains in my mind, holding it all back.

A distant howl breaks through the night.

My eyes snap open.

And I break the chains.

Anguish. Fear. Rage.

I grunt at the force of the emotions that slam into me and stagger to my feet.

It’s not coming from one of my pack. But it’s coming from a wolf. So they’re mine.

I try to sift through the feelings, but they’re just emotions. I can’t tell what happened.

The howl comes again. Closer.

Then another. A different wolf. My second-in-command.

My bare feet are quiet on the wood floor as I run from my study toward the front door, wearing only boxers. And I step out onto the front porch as Asher’s gray wolf breaks through the tree line.

“What happened?”

My second shifts into his human form, never breaking stride. Which is why he’s my second. “A pup has been taken.”

A child.

The emotions pressing against me sharpen. And suddenly make sense.

“When?” I stride down the steps to the grass, the cool evening air refreshing against my skin.

My naked second steps into the moonlight. “Not sure exactly. It happened states away. But the calls for help traveled this way.” To me. “Fake cops. Or real ones. Stole a six-year-old boy from his parents’ car during a bogus traffic stop.”

The one convenient thing about being plagued by all these emotions that aren’t mine is that I have a lot of emotions to choose from. Because if I pick one, I can amplify it.

Like rage.

“The parents?” My voice thickens into a growl.

“Drugged but alive.”