Jeo came to a sudden stop in the woods he’d intruded. He could smell stale blood…stale werewolf blood. He could also smell the venomoons that resided behind the invisible lines that marked their borders.
He couldn’t see it, but somehow, he could tell exactly where their lands started, and he didn’t cross it. He shook his head, addressing the men he brought along with him; telling them not to enter either. He knew the venomoons were expecting him, but regardless of that he wanted to be invited inside.
It'd feed his pride, especially after River boasted about not needing him here. His eyes scanned the woods in front of him when he heard slight movements, and it was then he saw them…people watching him from behind crowded bushes and tree trunks.
There were women, men and even children, loo
