Chapter 9
“Such a waste,” Glen murmured as he helped me heave Crew’s body onto the tent fly that was protecting the carpet beneath our car’s hatchback. I pursed my lips and nodded but didn’t say anything else. My beta understood that I was as torn up about the boy’s death as he was, but we also needed to make good on our escape before anyone else was shot.
The only reason we hadn’t left already, in fact, was because Hunter was still out there. I hoped he was following my orders and patrolling the boundaries of the campground for lingering enemy shifters. But I feared the elusive uber-alpha had instead been sucked into the drama and was even now lying wounded on the forest floor.
On the other hand, I could tell the trouble twins had a different notion entirely. They were convinced that t
