RETT POV
Patrolling was usually my therapy.
The woods, the cool air, the scent of pine and wet earth beneath my paws, and the occasional squirrel to chase (just for fun, not violence)—it helped clear my mind. Even after everything we’d been through lately—Cain, the Hunters, the near-death situations—it was nature that helped me feel like me again.
Until Sarah linked me.
“Hmmm Delta Rett?”
Now, for context, Sarah is a warrior. Tough. Cool. Never links me unless something is really wrong. So my stomach already tightened.
“Sarah? What’s up? I thought you were on your day off. Something going on?”
“No Delta. I mean, yes. I mean…”
What. The. Hell.
“Sarah, you can tell me anything. You know that.”
“I don’t think you’ll think the same after the conversation.”
“Okay now you’re freaking
