Pack
Past it, the woods opened up but only for about twenty yards before dropping off, a deep gorge slicing through the earth, the rushing sound of water coming up to him.
In this clearing also stood a concrete cistern, and as he watched, the hatch on it lifted. Jaxon stumbled out first, quickly followed by Bailey and finally Roderick. Parker could only watch in cold fury-and heart-stopping fear-as Roderick grabbed Bailey by the throat, the sharp points of his claws digging into her alabaster skin. At his feet, Jaxon knelt, his head bowed. The dirty traitor. He would not leave these woods alive.