Ravyn's first instinct was to call Voren, but the moment he remembered how heavily pregnant Seraphine was and how much discomfort she had been experiencing lately, he immediately dismissed the idea and reached for Corvine's number instead, gripping his phone so tightly that his knuckles almost turned white.
"Hey, Mary's beast is trying to take control of her. I'm not familiar with Lycans, but you've dealt with plenty of gifted wolves, so I figured you might have some idea how to handle this."
Corvine chuckled on the other end, and the sound did nothing to ease Ravyn's growing frustration.
"In that case, you might not be leaving today," he replied. "I don't have any experience with Lycans because Quinn is a hybrid, and your mate is something entirely different. We might need Voren's help with this, but let's not jump to conclusions yet. I'll summon the leaders to the training room, and you can bring Mary over so we can hear everyone's suggestions."
