Chapter 104

Over the mountainous range toward the north was the weeping creek, a narrow stream flowing under a large ancient willow tree, surrounded by trees and woods, Collin’s location of choice.

Thorne and his nine men, including Ragnar, crouched low to the ground in their wolf forms, inching forward and sniffing with their noses for any trace of their enemies. The area was eerily quiet, with only the sound of water hitting the rocks gracefully like little bells tingling. The night was cold but not too cold for the giant beasts they were. Fireflies flitted about like tiny watchmen, as if to light up the blood that was about to be shed.

’No sign of them,’ Ragnar said smoothly through the link.

‘They’re here, I can feel it,’ Thorne replied gruffly. ‘Be on guard and ready to tear any moving target apart,’ he said widely to the network of the other men.

They were just shy of the stream itself, their muscles tense, hidden beneath the tall grass, waiting. This wasn’t a handoff anymore, they knew tha