Chance’s POV
I remained low, hiding in the shadows of the forest and the darkness of the night’s covering, as I tried to rack my mind on what the hell was going on here, while my mind went back to the night that Cash found Josie’s body. I remember staring down into my uncle’s empty grave, and the look of dread my father had on his face. It had me wondering now if he knew his brother was alive all this time, living on the edge of our land, hidden deep within the mountains, and out of everyone’s sight.
I couldn’t rack my mind around why he was said to be dead, and why there was an actual grave for him, when it was clear that he was alive and well, standing only a few yards in front of me. For some reason, my wolf felt uneasy, as if he could sense something was off himself, as I watched my
