On the other end of the line, a long, unbothered yawn came through before Humphrey's voice followed, thick with irritation and sleep.
"Ravyn… can't you just let me rest for once?" he muttered, clearly unimpressed. "Leave me out of your problems."
Ravyn's grip on the phone tightened slightly, his jaw clenching as he forced himself to stay composed, even though the urgency clawing at his chest was getting harder to contain with every passing second.
"Dad, there's been a chemical explosion in the pack," he said quickly, his voice steady but edged with pressure. "I just need you to talk to Sera. She has the cure, and I need her to help us. Pack members are getting paralyzed, and if we don't figure this out soon, we don't know when the next explosion will happen, or how many more people will—"
He stopped abruptly, interrupted by another yawn. Ravyn's expression hardened, frustration flashing through his eyes before his father's voice cut in again, sharper this time.
