“Game over, handsome,” the woman under him whispered as a blinding pain exploded on the side of his head, just above his ear. Then Darce knew no more.
* * *
The situation was FUBAR’d to hell and back. Jack stood outside the little cabin Sanders had found earlier, hidden deep in thicker trees and undergrowth, and looked about at the destruction. The door was off its hinges, the windows shattered. A curtain waved gently in the breeze, its bottom edge charred and ripped.
Lillian was gone.
“Who was with her?” His voice was tight as he fought for control. With the rotational watch, he didn’t know which of the pack had been on duty in the cabin.
He didn’t care which of the wolves milling about the clearing answered him. He just needed to know.
Nic emerged from the ruined interior, in human
