Davian.
The sharp, familiar pressure of a mind-link suddenly pressed against the back of my skull, cutting straight through the heavy silence that had settled over the bedroom. The sensation was unmistakable, a firm mental presence pushing against my consciousness and demanding my attention. I recognized the connection almost immediately.
I paused where I stood, then slowly leaned back against the edge of the heavy wooden writing desk beside me. My attention remained fixed on Daniel, who was still chained securely to the bedpost. I made sure not to move too suddenly or give away the fact that something had changed.
I closed my eyes for only a split second, allowing myself to focus inward. I reached for the mental channel and opened it, letting the familiar connection settle fully into my mind.
'Alpha Davian,' Marcus's voice echoed through the link. His tone was tight and disciplined, every word controlled and steady as iron. 'Everything is set on our end.'
