“I can’t,” he muttered as he wrinkled his nose. “I’m sorry. I can feel your pain through the bond. I feel the pain of all of you and want to help, but I also know how destructive information can be. There’s a reason I went rogue.”
“You’re being vague and unhelpful,” I pointed out. “And soon, I actually will be mad. You need to tell me if you have information on what happened to my pack. Now.”
“There’s a pack that I came across about three months before I found Briggs and Addison. They were small, only about twenty-four wolves, but they had no businesses—only homes on their land—and yet, they had money. Plenty of money. I...believe them to be mercenaries for hire.”
I knew we were looking for mercenaries, and I knew of several packs who fit the bill, but none who’d be willing to kill an e
