Chapter Three
RONAN
I knew I had to return to town as soon as I saw the truck approach the gates. Elder Frey was too old, and Kit was far too young, to face down any potential threat on their own. I needed to be there to protect them, and not just by keeping watch within the tree line.
From my vantage position in the forest, I was perfectly positioned to watch everyone who came and went, and I had been keeping a close eye on all movement in and out of my pack’s village. I knew every vehicle by sight; every dirt bike, every rust-bucket on wheels that my packmates drove.
This truck, carrying strangers, made my internal alarm go berserk.
As they had approached the perimeter wall I padded through the trees, my belly low to the earth. It was easy to track the rumble of their engine along t
