HIM

London: I walked down the hallway with Chalo following obediently behind me. His silver eyes calmly surveyed the environment, harboring curiosity as to why Cane had brought him to the surface while we searched for the freaking doctor. I needed the doctor to prepare something for me, but he was nowhere to be found. I was seriously considering barging into each and every room until I found him. I would have loved to use a mind link, but it only worked within a certain proximity, which I found annoying. It was one of the particular gifts we werewolves had that I deeply disliked. If I want to talk to you, I let the words fly out. If I don't, I just don't talk to you. I grunted in growing frustration, getting very close to doing something uncalled for that the doctor might regret. The only time I needed him to be useful to me, I couldn't seem to find him. Where in the world was he? I paused, turning to Chalo. If I do not want to use a mind link, I can at least have someone do it for me, rig