(Dorian's Perspective)
From Ian—or rather from the bizarre Fae persona, Strategos, that shares headspace with his wolf—I sense the rapid churning of a remarkably powerful and ancient mind. When I glance at the alpha beside me, I realize what I'm detecting isn't merely the presence of this—this other. It's the communication—the actual dialogue between the two of them.
As soon as Ian mentions it, the numb anticipation of the collected Rényú with their still-struggling human and shifted and unshifted Were burdens becomes readily apparent.
