Hi, I Might Have Rabies

Jupiter sulked through the territory with a scowl on his face and a near constant stream of curses falling from his lips. Every time he was forced to limp because of the throbbing bite wound on his butt his voice briefly rose in anger. That hateful little gremlin better not have given him a disease. He was going to be pissed if he got sick.

Since his presence wasn't required while Valentine interrogated the bitch, his grandfather had told him to seek out Rhythm and ask her for help. While he'd never met Valentine's mate Jupiter had jumped on the chance to flee the scene. He would die happy if he never say that pointy-eared beastie again.

If he hadn't been in such a hurry he might have asked Valentine where he could find Rhythm, but he'd been much too preoccupied by the pain in his backside and his hatred for Echo to think clearly. Perhaps it would be best if he just called for her. Sure, she didn't know who he was, but he could explain that fast enough. Assuming she answered the call of a stranger.

Only one way to find out. Jupiter tipped back his head and howled (somehow managing to do it politely despite his mood) for Rhythm.

"Jupiter"   "Amadeus" ”You”