Chapter 16
“My attack force?” The words jumped out of my lips without conscious permission. I felt remarkably dense, but I couldn’t quite figure out what Acres was referring to.
Because the pack that Hunter and I had cobbled together consisted of a small family of shifters, none of whom (barring my mate) could be considered remotely warrior-like. Perhaps Acres had confused Wolf Landing with some other proto-pack?
Even when tendrils of frost began creeping across the ground heading from Hunter directly toward Acres, I didn’t get the older leader’s drift. Instead, my mate had to verbally clue me in.
“The bloodling pups,” Hunter said, speaking his first words in hours. The phrase was garbled and badly enunciated, though, as if he was barely managing to prevent an emotionally charged shift
