Chapter 7: The Hunters and the HuntedAS THE INITIAL SHOCK OF the wolves’ deaths wore off, Gwyn felt his strength slowly return, enough at least for him to struggle to his feet from where he’d fallen.
“Are you okay?” Mitch asked, helping him into a chair as Gelert whined and paced back and forth beside him.
He nodded, raising a hand to silence Mitch and calming Gelert with a thought.
Three of his brothers. Dead. Murdered. From the contact he’d received as they died, he knew that the dead wolves had been part of the intruder pack he’d briefly sensed before. He reached with his mind, hunting for any survivors.
There. One wolf. Just one? That made for an original pack of four, which was small. But they might have split from a larger pack that had been forced out of their territory. Althoug
