Zion could even feel his feet turning cold, and that same inexplicable restlessness crept back into his chest. He had felt this exact sensation before, when Addison had brought them to the back of the Royal Palace, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite put his finger on what it meant.
Then, a complicated, uneasy howl suddenly echoed inside his head.
"Awooooo!"
"What's wrong, Shura?" Zion asked inwardly, frowning. Somehow, he could sense that Shura had picked up on something he hadn't, and the wolf was becoming increasingly agitated.
"I fucking don't know!" Shura growled back, its voice thick with frustration. "I just suddenly feel restless and worried as hell!"
The wolf began pacing frantically back and forth inside Zion's consciousness, unable to settle down. It was as though it had been locked inside a cage that was getting smaller by the second, squeezing the air out of it and driving it fucking crazy.
