DANTE
DANTEIt took us less than two hours to get to the location on the map listed for the Sinclair cabin. Two hours of heightened tension as we drove in convoy, two teams in the large trucks that belonged to Penny and Thale. Bane rode shotgun with Thale, a couple of other alphas we’d managed to call in crammed into the back. Mason and I rode with Penny, the tension mounting in the cab of the big truck as we pulled around the last corner and a cabin came into view.
It was neat and tidy, the open door freshly painted with matching curtains at the window. A sleek sportscar was parked outside.
“Derelict, my ass,” she growled, irritation flooding her scent as she spun the truck and slid it to a stop outside. She was out the driver’s door in a heartbeat, and we followed her.
“Down, motherfu
