Wes’s POV
Darkness.
Darkness has finally fallen upon us as the moon rises high into the sky, our breathes turning to clouds in the frosty air.
“It’s time” I say, turning to a stern looking Archer as he nods his agreement.
Not a word is spoken as each of us moves to shift. Leaving our clothes behind Lycan’s moving amongst wolves in a line up we designed in our hours of waiting.
Four groups.
Four leaders.
One goal.
His tent.
His life.
Without him. . . Hopefully. . . Without him the tacked together pack of rogues will crumble or at least scurry, stopping the attacks and earning our vengeance without the loss of innocent lives.
Kyan and his group split off to find their entrance point, Archer and Tomas doing the same. I pause, a quick look to Jiren beside me, a silent message befor
