He had seen an elf, the same elf that he knew to be Malcolm’s mate. The same elf that made Maverick send Malcolm to the rec center that day so that fate could intervene. Only this time the elf was laid out as if dead. Maverick knew his dreams were significant, that they weren’t just ordinary dreams. This dream meant something, but he couldn’t figure out what. Wasn’t the elf at the Lakelands’? Hadn’t Malcolm found his mate that day at the rec center? As his fist flew into the desk, Maverick growled. No matter what qualms he had with the bears, he wasn’t about to let an innocent man die. The part that puzzled him the most was the vision of the child. Maverick had no idea why a child would be tied to all of this, but if a child was in danger, he was going to find the one responsible and cut the one from throat to navel. Maverick picked up his phone and dialed.
