The sound of paws pounding against dirt echoes off the trees surrounding us. I can’t tell how many wolves are coming—only that it’s too many.
The three of us shift. As my wolf takes control, I feel his excitement bubbling under my skin. He’s ready for the inevitable fight.
“Do you think the rogue was sent by the Pinewood Pack to lure us out here?” Sam voices the question we’re all thinking. But something about the look on the rogue’s face—the fear when he realized we weren’t alone—makes me doubt that theory.
The wolves are almost on us. For the first time, I regret not bringing reinforcements. Any theories on the rogue will have to wait—we have bigger problems now.
“We can work that out later—when we track the rogue down again,” I link. “Right now, we focus on the real threat.”
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