The voice is small and hesitant, like Storm but a more vulnerable version. My eyes widen in shock as I stare at my mate- or rather, his wolf.
"What's your name?"
He closes his eyes. "I d-don't have one. Storm hasn't named me y-yet."
He looks so vulnerable and lost that I want to hold him in my arms and reassure him, but I'm not sure he would be receptive.
"Is Storm okay?" I ask hesitantly.
His eyes fly open, and the steady gaze he holds with me before glancing away is accusatory. "He's resting."
I get the impression that Storm's wolf is not too fond of me at the moment.
"I didn't know he was hurting so much," I explain.
"I know."
I follow his gaze when it shifts to the alpha on the floor.
"I hit him with something because I don't know h-how to use m-magic like Storm."
"What happened?" I ask gently.
"A-after I sent the mating call, I tried to give Storm back c-control b-ut he was too exhausted from the p-pain so I stayed so he can rest."