CHAPTER 9
Or was doing his best to follow Miller’s scent. Cal was right when he said that Miller could run fast. Or had almost lost his trail a few times. Thankfully, their mating status allowed him to sniff out the tiniest of scents Miller was leaving behind. Or about died when a slight breeze had brought the smell of his mate’s blood. That’s when Or had took off on Danger as if his very life depended on it, because his mate’s just might.
The closer he got to his mate, the more smells that came to him. That’s when he knew his mate was in big trouble. Wherever Miller was, at least four others were there, and Or was scared as hell that he wouldn’t get there in time.
He had just come upon a cave and Or knew his mate wasn’t far away. His scent was too strong.
The problem was, so were the
