Chapter 27
Rowan’s pack mates weren’t thrilled to cut their hunt short. I smelled resentment, heard annoyance in the pounding footfalls that didn’t even attempt to remain silent.
But no one shifted and complained. Instead, they followed me and Rowan—now lupine—as we speared straight down the hill toward pack central. A third of the shifters peeled off as we reached the first puddle of lamp light, the one that I’d thought housed the entirety of the McCallister settlement. But the rest kept running until we hit...a rectangular hole in the ground?
Well, not really a hole. A cement tunnel. Still, it wasn’t large enough to walk through upright if we’d been two-legged.
We weren’t two-legged. Instead, wolves streamed into the opening without pausing. I was the only one who hesitated, unwillin
