“Maquand has reinforced his fortress,” Noland announced. “I see sentinels around each quarter mile of his territory.”
“How many have you counted so far?” Calin asked. The alpha took the remaining pack soldiers with him to meet Noland. There was no need to waste time waiting for word.
“Three for every quarter mile, over one-hundred and forty.”
“One hundred forty-four,” Apollo’s voice interrupted the conversation. “Well, one forty-one, now,” he announced on approach. He wasn’t alone.
He tossed one of Maquand’s men at Calin’s feet.
“Where are the other two?” Noland asked.
“We only need one,” Calin replied, understanding Sigma's form of thinking without needing an answer. Calin picked the terribly injured foot soldier up from the ground by his neck. “Where is she?” he asked.
“Calin,” Ap
