Cora felt Dennis tighten his grip on her arm. The sounds coming from the field outside the gate were terrifying and she knew he was struggling with his wolf not to shift just yet. He had explained to her they were on dangerous territory, that Jones was similar to Jagson in personality and they needed to be careful. She knew he was worried about Marla. On their travels through the village they had tried to find his mate with no luck. He had tried to mind link her with no success. Cora chewed her lip with worry as they walked slowly toward the small group of cottages, trying to push out the snarls and growls that were coming over the huge wooden gate. Whatever was going on out there would surely catch everyone's attention in no time, it sounded like an absolute war. What if it was Ron
