A snarl rumbled in my husband’s throat and I stroked his fur to calm him.
[Let us wait, Evan. I have a feeling he personally knew Melinda. Hence, he won’t be able to get into that hole that easily.]
[I always know he is up to something.] Evander growled low in my head as we hid behind the thick bushes, far enough for Alec not to sense our presence. I kept stroking my husband’s fur until his breathing slowed and the massive, powerful muscle underneath that black coat relaxed.
[We have to know what his connection is with her.] I breathed.
Two minutes and Alec hasn’t climbed out of the hole. I started to feel worried. What if I was wrong and he didn’t really know Melinda? What if she kills him inside that dark, scary pit?
[We have to go. We have to see if Alec is still alive in there.] I
