I sprint down the stairs, Kade flanking me. We burst into the classroom. The human students are panicking, their golden veins flaring in response to Asher’s anxiety. The wolf pups are snarling, their amber eyes flashing. The room is a chaotic storm of jagged geometry.
I drop to my knees in front of Asher, wrapping my bandaged arms around his small, trembling shoulders. Kade drops to his knees on his other side, his right hand gripping Asher’s knee, his physical presence a solid, unyielding wall of heat and muscle.
"Look at me, baby," I say fiercely, my physical voice ringing across the chaotic room. "You aren’t on the Moon. You’re in the classroom. Feel the floor. Feel the stone. Feel my hands."
Asher closes his eyes. He takes a deep, shuddering breath. He stops trying to push the lunar
