Hunter jerked awake. He tightened his fists around the ropes holding him to the posts sunk into the ground. His eyes flashed to Dagger who was tied up next to him.
“What is it?” Hunter murmured.
“I thought I saw movement in the shadows,” Dagger whispered. “A scout.”
“Which one?” Hunter asked as he tilted his head back and sniffed the air. “Thunder,” he grunted.
“Bastard always did have his own unique scent,” Dagger murmured with a slight grin.
“It will be dawn soon,” Hunter whispered. “It will be hard to get in without being seen.”
“He’ll have to get his team together,” Dagger said, bowing his head when he sensed their guard coming toward them. “Something tells me we don’t have much time left.”
Hunter’s eyes narrowed as the guard walked by. The mercenary bastards that the group of A
