Trigger warning: s****l assault
All Mason could see was red when that beast of a man touched his mate. They would all be dead at that moment if it wasn't for Kane, but he was right. This had to be done discreetly and under the guise of night. He couldn't risk bringing any attention to them, especially with the pack not being too far from there. It only took a few hours to get there, assemble a small team of werewolves, and return to the bandits' camp.
They used their senses to stay away from the bandits' radar as he sent four of his men to get the lay of the land and study their habits. They waited a little over an hour before his men returned with details. There were a little over thirty armed bandits in the entire camp. The four posts surrounding the camp always had two men patrolling
