Jeremy’s POV
My wolf paces behind my ribs, making me grit my teeth because I can mentally feel its nails clicking softly against my bones, restless in that way that means something is wrong, but what?
Instantly, I call Claire, but she is okay. Then she hangs up because she is in class, she whispers. Okay, not her. I call Danny’s school next, but I am told there were no disturbances, and the receptionist assures me she will get back to me in a few minutes, going to check on Daniel’s class to ease my mind when I press her to speak to my son. I told her she needs to see him with her own eyes and not be pointed out by someone saying that’s Daniel.
Coincidences exist. I know that. I’ve built cases on them before. But they never arrive alone, always bringing friends along. Patterns and echoes
