NARRATIVE POV
When the private jet's wheels touched the tarmac and the overhead seatbelt sign was turned off, Miles was on his feet and heading for the door.
Everything in him vibrated. Bane was pacing, just as anxious as his human. They could feel the pull of Tia; it was stronger now. They knew she was alive, but what they didn’t know was if she had been harmed in any way.
If anyone hurt her—
Bane growled at the idea they were both anxious about. Miles didn’t speak. He could trust himself; he needed to heed his brother's warnings about the image he allowed the Council to witness. They still didn’t know who was behind the attack and weren’t sure if the Council was withholding more than they had freely shared. Trust was a highly valued currency in the Wolfen community; it was even more
