Walkyr looked down the dark road that led to the two buildings he had noticed through the trees. He and Spice had already picked up on the other Sarafin’s tracks as well as scented the traitor’s path to the building that housed the animals, but he had steered clear of the building when he saw the faint shimmer of light through the trees and noticed that Trescina’s transport was not out front.
He had breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her standing at the driver’s door hugging Cinnamon. He had replayed everything that happened since he first saw Trescina as he ran through the woods. It was hard to believe that his first day with her hadn’t ended yet.
He remembered the first time he saw her standing in the doorway looking at him with a combination of fear and determination.
Holding knif
