Cristofer was here, and recently.
He entered our territory, and, according to Joy and Emilio, left again.
Why?
My wolf senses a trap, but I don’t see one.
It’s there.
I’m missing something.
What?
Finan is sniffing something on the ground.
Joy and Emilio are feet away, heads down, tracking the scent off pack land.
Cruz and Silas are even farther away, keeping watch for Cristofer.
He showed up at one of our neighbors’ properties, and I had been so sure that he would lure us there to attack us. It’s why I left my enforcers at the house.
Behind me are forests, in front of me is a field, and a dusty road.
That’s it.
What was he doing here on one of our farthest borders?
Finan lifts his head, light green eyes holding mine for a moment before he drops his gaze again, in a come-and-look-at-this motion.
I approach him with my ears pulled back. Alert. This hasn’t stopped feeling like an ambush since we arrived.
There are no tall trees to hide behind here, just wide-open fields and the road that leads into and out of town.
I’ve been expecting the soft twang of a crossbow bolt since we shifted and ran here.
Nothing.
Finan digs something up from the ground.
A bolt from a crossbow.
A warning or a threat?
It reminds me of the one I saw on the ground beside Kat in the old mine.
It’s hard to kill a shifter, but that piece of metal had nearly taken my mate from me.
I’m about to shift to my human form and suggest we head back to the house when a howl rings out in the distance.
Female.
Unfamiliar.
Kat.
I haven’t heard her howl before, but it’s her.
Trouble.
