Evander needed to help Corbin perk up.
He was feeling so pulled down by gravity, and everyone had gotten so serious and…
It was just sad.
So he called his brothers to him, meeting them just outside the house in the Land of Summer.
“Brother.” Kristofer bowed with a flourish. “What is it you need?”
“I need Bron, but I don’t know how to summon him.”
“Ah. Well, we can do that, though you could have simply galloped to the Flower Mound.”
“I could have, but I don’t want to get that far from my mate. He’s having a rough time, my brothers.”
“I will go.” Gregor shifted into his stag form and ran like the wind, his antlers seeming to grow with every step.
Kristofer raised an eyebrow at him. “What is happening, brother? The roses are all wilting.”
He glanced at the garden, and his heart ached. “Corbin has been stuck inside. He’s feeling huge and unwieldy.”
“And?”
“And what?”
“What else is going on?” Kristofer indicated a top window, where an illusion of storm clouds passed across the glass.
Evander rolled his eyes. “Cullen is wallowing with him.”
“Ah. You need to get him out then.”
“Yes. Cosmo had a vision…”
That sharpened his brother’s gaze even more. “What did he see?”
“That Elliot was in danger. But nothing specific enough for us to know when or where it’s coming from. So poor Elliot has been cooped up as well.”
“Oh, poor lad. I know how he loves to roll in the grass.”
His most blustery brother loved Elliot as much as he did.
“So what exactly do you need Bron for?” His brother stared at him. “What is he supposed to do?”
Evander shrugged. “I’m not really sure, but someone has to do something. And I’ve tried everything else.”
That earned him a confused glance. “All right.”
To be honest, Evander was just worried. Both Cullen and Corbin were miserable. Cosmo wouldn’t come out of his room. It was as if a cloud had passed over their house, and both Hawk and Orion assured him this was not how it was supposed to go.
He heard a soft sobbing, and then the door swung open, slammed closed, little Serena flying to him, hysteria written over her tear-streaked face.
“What’s wrong, little one?”
She headbutted him. “Tisi bited me. Tisi BITED me!”
Well, hell. “Oh no, that’s not very nice. Were you fighting?”
She snorted and tossed her head, mane flying. Her denial was immediate and quite firm.
