Chapter 7 - Zak

17 years old…

Zak! It’s a wailing through the mindlink that wakes me out of a dead sleep. Normally, mindlinks are cut for us when sleeping unless there is an urgency to it, like an attack or a summons from the alpha. But the level in this wail is so painfilled, so desperate, that it breaks through.

It takes me a second to realize what woke me, but by then, I’ve already gotten another link.

Zak! I need you! It’s Brandon. He’s panicking, sounds like he’s crying.

Brandon? Where are you? Are you ok? What’s going on? Questions are popping out a mile a minute, but I’m already jumping out of bed and pulling shorts on.

I’m at the waterfall. They’re dead, Zak! Mom and Candy. They’re dead!

I fly down the packhouse stairs and run outside. The second I feel the fresh air, I shift. Fuck the shorts. Honestly, fuck everything that isn’t Brandon. I need to get to him as fast as I possibly can.

I tear through the forest, making the 20 minute hike in less than 10. I fe