DREW
As I pulled in, not too far from the bar, I spotted Brock and Toby coming toward me. We were about twenty yards away. I stopped the truck and left it where it was when they came running over. “Dad is keeping watch,” Brock said with a growl. “There are four shifters and your mate,” Toby said. “But we can’t tell how many men are there.”
“Five,” our uncle said as he came to the side. “We got one.”
“You can explain to them what you told me,” I murmured to my uncle as I moved away from the truck and headed toward my father. “I’m getting my mate.”
Walking closer to my father and the bar, I smelt the blood. It was Harry’s.
As I came closer, my father approached me. “There’s no—” he said but was cut off as a gunshot rippled through the air.
Scout growled as he came closer.
“Ebony,” I g
