Henry raced through the woods, hoping to cut Midas off before he reached the packhouse. He needed to intervene before Midas spoke to Alpha Malcolm.
This was his chance to change his fate, and Evelynn’s vision had just handed it to him on a golden platter. She was a seer, not a witch or psychic, but a true seer.
Henry laughed deep within his soul at all the possibilities this could bring for him if he played his cards right. He spotted Midas jogging down the gravel road. Just as he was passing the last of the individual homes, he called out to him with an easy air about him.
“Out for a midnight stroll?” Henry smiled.
Midas turned around to see Henry leaning against the side of the building, taking a long drag from his cigarette. Henry pushed off the wall and walked toward Midas, imme
