Roane dropped to the ground after the last werewolf bounded across the field. When Gavin dropped beside him, he turned and held his best friend’s gaze for a moment. Neither spoke. Then Bastion sidled up to his other side and threw a cigarette on the ground. His heel ground it out and he spoke, “It’s been ten miles. They’re gone for good.”
Gavin grunted. “Let’s hope.”
Roane watched over the field. They’d gone, but he knew they’d be back. The Mother Wolf knew about Davy. He wasn’t sure what she knew, but she knew she was connected to the Immortal. The Alpha’s alarm would’ve piqued her interest. Even he had felt it as they had fought. The Alpha had hid in an alley, there to make sure his mate went unharmed, but his fear of Davy was strong underneath his fury and concern for Emily.
Roane kn
