The scream rang inside his head. Bolting from his chair in the living room, he raced to the bedroom. Anxious, he searched the room before realizing Jasmine lay still beneath the covers. “Jasmine?” he called out softly as he moved closer to her. “Don’t,” she said in a panic-laden tone. “Leave my babies alone.” Dumbstruck, he froze. Jasmine was fast asleep. Still, he had heard her words… at least he thought he had. Scratching his jaw, he continued to stare down at her on the bed. She turned to the other side, pulling the cover tight beneath her chin. Needing to offer comfort, he slowly crawled up the bed and lay on top of the covers next to her. The more he thought about what'd happened, the more skeptical he became. There was no way Jasmine could’ve spoken to him mentally. First off, she was human, although lately, that factor didn’t deter improbable events from occurring. It had to be his pups. If she spoke to his mind, and now he doubted she had, it had to be because she carried his litter.
