Chapter 7
I wasted three precious seconds placing Sebastien’s cake on a cooling rack. Then I grabbed a butcher knife and sprinted toward the front of the building to rejoin my mate.
“Are the attackers humans or werewolves?” I whispered urgently as I sped down the seemingly endless corridor in the direction of the invaders. But despite straining my ears in search of further information, gunshots were my only reply.
Only after terror had dried my throat and sent my breath rasping loudly in my ears did I realize the obvious. Of course Sebastien won’t answer. He lacks lupine hearing. Luckily, I had another way to reassure myself of the professor’s continued existence—I could call upon the bond that had come into existence as soon as I proclaimed Sebastien my mate.
To that end, I reached fo
