Page 48 of Forging Bonds: Part One

“So, hellhound shifters?” Evander asks.

I shake my head. I know that they aren’t extinct. “No, it qualifies it by adding that they are not to be confused with hellhound shifters.”

“Huh, I didn’t realize that there was a difference. Hellhound shifters are extinct as well, so I just assumed that they were speaking about the same thing,” Evander explains.

I frown, “Hellhound shifters aren’t extinct, they’re really fucking rare, but they aren’t extinct.”

“They are. No one has seen one in hundreds of years,” River says with a slight frown and then suddenly looks excited, “do you know a hellhound shifter?”

I nod, “Well, yeah, so do you. What do you think Dimitri is?”

The guy’s eyes widen in shock as they just stare at me.

Obviously, River is the first to excitedly recover, “Holy fucking shit balls. He’s a hellhound?”

I nod, “Yeah. He didn’t share the knowledge with many people. I think it was probably just Kar, Coen, and I who knew, but I definitely thought that SID would know.”

Evander shakes his head, “We had absolutely no idea. I need to send this in.”

I feel a thread of unease, and the voices that have been strangely quiet over the last few days pick up their intensity; they aren’t exactly yelling a warning, but there is a warning there. I watch Evander as he picks up his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen, but he frowns instead of typing anything.

“What’s wrong?” River asks.

Van glances up, his expression confused as he frowns, “I don’t know, I can’t press call or send a text message. It’s like my brain is telling my hands what to do, and they just won’t do it.”

“That’s weird,” I reply. “Send me a text to see if you can do that?”

His fingers fly across the screen as he sends a message, and my frown deepens along with his.

“Let me try,” River says, as he pulls out his own phone and then tries to call Ty. He shakes his head, “I can’t either.”

“As soon as you said that you were going to call it in, the voices got louder, not shouting in warning, but they were definitely uneasy,” I explain as I figure that it may all be tied in somehow.

“So we’re not supposed to tell Ty what Dimitri is?” River asks. “Or are we not supposed to tell anyone?”

“I suppose there’s one way to find out,” I suggest. “Put it in the group chat.”

River nods, and I watch in fascination as his fingers tap, and a moment later, my phone pings with the message.

Reed:What the fuck? Seriously? Why didn’t I know that? Have you told Ty?

Evander:No, I haven’t yet.

Griff:Why not?

Raiden:I thought they were extinct?

Ransom:They are.

Me:They definitely aren’t.

Reed:He’s standing in front of me now. It’s only Doc and me here. Do you want me to tell him?

Chapter Sixteen

Neith

Evander looks up at me, and I wince, “The voices don’t like that. They just got really fucking loud, and they sound pissed, not excited.”

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