::Ready?:: Owen asked, using his mind-speaking ability to talk to Finn.
::Yes.::
Finn was waiting, in his wolf form, in a stand of trees at the back of the yard. Owen, also in his wolf form, was watching the front of the house. They didn’t expect Jourdain to drive right up—figuring he’d leave his car at the bottom of the lane, or even farther away, and fly or walk in. Wherever he first appeared, they would converge on him, if he was alone.
“Of course, if he comes in invisible,” Owen had said when they were making plans.
“He might, at first. But I’m sure he wants to face me one on one,” Finn replied. “So at some point, he’ll become visible. Even if it’s after he launches his first attack.”
“Something to look forward to,” Owen said dryly.
Now, Finn was pacing, every sense alert for Jou
