“Sunny?” Talon’s voice cried again, his once frantic roar quickly devolving into despair. “Can you hear me? I can’t find you…” Slade and Dexter saw him then, pacing like a tiger in a cage. He was still in his primal form, but there was no purpose to his movements. It was like his brain had short-circuited, and all he was capable of was pacing and calling, pacing and calling, on a loop forever.
