They move over the border, keeping their eyes, ears, and noses open while Circe communicates with Mia through Harro. It’s eerily quiet, making them all feel ill at ease. If the pack has been attacked, there should be rogues around to protect their newfound territory.
“STOP!” Harro shouts and Circe ducks down into the thick grass in the clearing around the pack house.
“I see them. Can Mia tell me how many there are?” She can feel her pack wanting to get in there and fight to protect the innocents that are screaming for help.
“Fourteen.” She links Gareth and Blake to tell them about the number, and they quickly decide how to move in.
“Mia says they are from your uncle’s old pack.” Harro’s words infuriate her, but she can’t let emotions make her decisions for her right now. They watch as
