Last night had been a torture of its own kind. Voren had tossed and turned, worry settling across his chest like a stone slab, crushing the air from his lungs.
Even after ending the call with Ravyn, the unease hadn't faded. His thumb had found Uncle Humphrey's contact without conscious thought, and the man had answered on the first ring, as if he'd been waiting.
"Voren, is everything alright?" The familiar warmth in Humphrey's voice did little to ease the tension coiling in Voren's gut. "Have you returned to the pack?"
"No, Uncle Humphrey." Voren raked a hand through his hair, the strands catching on his calloused fingers. "Truth be told, I've been very lenient with Ravyn because of you and Aunt Kylie. But it's reaching a point where I wouldn't mind taking him out permanently."
A sad sigh whispered through the speaker, heavy with resignation. Humphrey's voice came slow and measured. "Please tell me what he did this time."
