BRENNAN
There were wolves in the trees. I growled as my pack moved around me, half changing, half watching their backs. Arrows were pointed at trees, and Kiera had been placed behind Tarrin, his large frame dwarfing hers as he protected her. My eyes scanned the trees, before coming to a stop at the barest hint of movement in the shadows.
“Pason, come out,” I said, anger lodged in every word.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kiera peeking out from behind Tarrin. I silently willed her to stay out of sight, even as I noted how pale her face had gotten. She wasn’t used to this kind of life. Her family had abused her, but she wasn’t constantly in this kind of danger. My teeth clenched as I watched the man walk out of the woods.
He had long blond hair pulled back in a low ponytail, and his
