The group reached the rogue’s encampment, deep inside the woods.
No sooner had they arrived than everyone dispersed, each wolf going to their own tent, shifting to their human forms as they moved.
Not a single one turned back to look at Chrystal or Castian.
Chrystal watched them as she continued to follow Castian, the bond pulling her, but not really needing the extra urge.
She had nowhere else to go.
Her eyes shifted to Castian as he led the way to a small tent. Without saying a word, he sat beside a large tree a few feet from the tent.
Chrystal understood implicitly that this was his spot.
She glanced around. All the tents were spread out, yet close enough to each other for every shifter to be within short running distance from the next two.
It was not a military setup, but ther
