Chapter twenty three
Gerald
Rogues, they were the absolute worst-wild, filthy, and disgusting.
They'd been plaguing the Silver Moon Pack for weeks now, attacking travelers, stealing supplies, and worse, kidnapping young wolves for ransom. It was getting out of hand, and I had finally been hired to put an end to it.
Usually, I wouldn't take jobs like this, but they were messing with my trade with other packs, and merchants that were supposed to come in to supply their goods were getting robbed.
This was a win-win for me.
I glanced down at my watch. Two more minutes. Cain and Coco were still tracking the rogues' scent to their hideout, and I needed that update fast. We were parked in an unmarked black van a few hundred meters from the woods. The smell of rot and unwashed fur in the air
