AMARIS’S POV
“That,” Kade said, “is what we’re trying to figure out. More so, hunters never lurk this close to pack territory—let alone rogue lands. I think I sense a betrayal from our dearest roguish friends. Seems like they might have found some middle ground with the hunters.”
The implication was clear.
If they were suddenly working alongside the very people designed to exterminate them, it meant something was wrong, or something big was coming.
And it wouldn’t be good.
My chest felt tighter.
“What about the car?” I forced myself to ask. “How did it blow up?”
“Now that,” Kade sing-songed, swaggering toward a body slumped against a tree—one I hadn’t noticed before—“is why we have our fine guest here with us.”
I followed his gaze, and my stomach twisted when I realized who it was.
