With so many unknown variables on the other side of the door, Aden found himself at a loss. Wolves, he could defend himself from. But what if Oliver had hired human guards who were prepared to shoot on sight? He could be jeopardizing everyone inside, let alone himself. Pressing his ear to the door did little to alleviate his concern. There were scratchings, most likely Nick struggling against his bonds, and some harsh breathing, but no way to discern exactly what he might find.
He should have brought a gun like Darren had suggested. Then he wouldn’t be as worried.
Flattening as best he could against the racks next to the door, he reached for the handle. This wasn’t locked, either. Oliver had likely figured his alarms would be enough. He shoved the door open and braced for whatever gunfir
