CHAPTER EIGHT
LEIGH
I had never seen a room full of dangerous men go silent before.
It was unnerving.
Moments earlier the compound had been alive with movement. Men had poured out of every building, boots pounding across gravel, headlights cutting through the darkness while engines idled impatiently beyond the gates. Now the yard stood frozen beneath the floodlights as every pair of eyes settled on the man who had climbed out of the lead SUV.
His leather cut was streaked with dust and rain, but it wasn't the dirt that caught my attention.
It was the blood.
Fresh enough that it hadn't darkened yet.
Not his.
Someone else's.
My pulse began to climb.
The scent reached me seconds later, metallic and unmistakable. Wolves possessed sharper senses than humans. Mine had always been diffe
