I sprinted to the monitor before Beau finished cursing at the door that had slammed shut behind us. The dim light washed over my hands as I pressed both palms flat against the screen.
The heartbeat reacted instantly.
It surged, spiking up the display in a sharp trembling line. The monitor beeped faster, the sound thin and unstable.
“Jack,” I whispered. “Come on. Feel me. Just feel me.”
The line trembled again. It was not strong, not steady, but it was a response. My wolf shoved hard against my skin, ready to burst out of me. She wanted to claw her way through the screen, through concrete, through reality if she had to.
Beau stood beside me, shoulders tight, jaw clenched so hard the muscles jumped. His eyes tracked the numbers, each flicker, each dip. I could feel his anger pressing ag
